21
MADE TO WAIT
ADRIANA
T he driver collects me from work and I make damn sure I check the code word with him. Enzo made a point of warning me that the danger was very real and very present. Disobedience won’t be tolerated.
He's made me nervous.
He's worried about the threat. I don't understand his world, but I know he's serious and that means trouble. The kind I don't want to be in.
But he's also made it clear what's happening tonight.
I can’t stop thinking about it.
I’ve tried distracting myself, and I’ve failed miserably. The first manuscript is great, but not good enough to stop my clit throbbing. The spice scenes didn’t help. My underwear was soaked when I reached the end and I was no closer to deciding whether I’d take the book on.
Anna emailed her book to me within minutes of leaving and it didn’t take me long to know it was a bestseller. It’s a darker story, but it’s going to sell. Sex always does, and this book is packed with it.
None of that stopped me from thinking about Enzo’s plan for tonight. He takes what he wants and doesn’t back out of deals. Not when they benefit him. Even ones made in the heat of a moment with little thought to the consequences.
The car pulls up outside Enzo’s loft and I sit, anxious and excited. I’m dreading this as much as I’m interested in trying something new, fearful Enzo won’t stop if it hurts. There’s no brake, no safety net—and fucking a demon has its perks, but it also has its risks.
“He doesn’t like to wait.”
I sink into my seat and stare at the warehouse that’s been converted into a perfect bachelor pad. Its clean exterior hides the dark inside it, and its perfect lines impose a sense of propriety its owner lacks. The loft cost a fortune and its owner wants you to know he’s rich enough not to care how many millions that was.
“Miss?” The driver lowers the divide. “I’ll be in trouble if you’re much longer.”
“What kind of trouble?”
His tan complexion pales to sickly green. “You don’t want to know. Best avoid his wrath, Miss.”
The driver twitches, and he’s getting nervous.
“What kind of demon are you?” I ask.
“A fucking terrifying one, princess. Now get your ass inside before I haul it in for you and explain to the boss what happened.”
I pout as the driver’s eyes turn scarlet. It’s a massive fucking hint and I take it, grabbing my bag as I open the door and march away. I’m still annoyed enough to race across the courtyard and Enzo lowers his newspaper, glaring at me and demanding an explanation.
“Your driver didn’t appreciate me taking a few minutes to compose myself.”
He smirks. “Good man. He knows I don’t like delays.”
Enzo tips his head towards a small box left on the coffee table. It’s another gift and I’ve had enough to know it contains underwear.
“Don’t I have enough?”
I pick it up and head upstairs as his laughter echoes around the open-plan living space. The chandeliers chime as they move to its sound and my soul sways, shifting to the wicked sound reverberating through the world. My fingers shake as I go to open the box and I decide to delay, taking a shower that turns me into a prune. I fix my hair and makeup, and eventually I’ve no choice but to face whatever the hell Enzo has in store for me.
It’s barely anything.
Black straps, a few gold buckles and rings, and the tiniest covering for my breasts and clit. It’s scandalous. Sexy as hell. Almost certainly kinky, whatever that is when you’re a demon.
It’s a nightmare to get into.
My feet attempt to go through all the wrong holes and my arms won’t go through the right ones. The fabric that crosses my stomach catches on my breasts and they barely fit in the scanty fabric covering.
This is designed to show everything and hide nothing.
I hate it.
I kind of like it.
My ass looks good in it too.
And that’s the point. It’s what’s happening tonight, whether I’m ready for it or not. Whether I’m willing or not. Because my stupid mouth ran off with me while I was chasing an orgasm.
“Baby?” He calls and I bite my lip, taking one last glance at my reflection. “I don’t like to be kept…” He stares up at me as I emerge on the landing. “Fuck. Me. Adi.”
“Blonde with tits to die for, right?”
He gulps his whisky down and places the glass down with far too much force for a man who’s composed. Enzo stalks towards me and the flecks in his eyes spark danger and desire into the room. His breathing is ragged and his core clenched, holding himself back from whatever urges are running through me.
“My pretty fuck toy wants to play with fire?”
He runs his fingernail down my arm and my nipples harden, rubbing against the almost not there lingerie.
I shriek and he twirls me around, running those nails over my ass.
“Spectacular.”
I giggle and he kneads my butt cheeks, groping me without shame or hesitation.
“Bend over that stool, baby.”
Enzo watches as I saunter to the ottoman, lose my confidence, and struggle to do as I'm told. He's there before I compose myself, pushing my back down and forcing my knees to bend. My heart races as he moves me into position, moving my knees apart with his foot. It almost explodes when he kneels behind me and carefully rubs my back.
“Relax, baby.”
I tense, doing the opposite of what he's asked.
“This is happening. Like it or not. It'll be more enjoyable if you relax, sweet girl.”
His fingers move down the crack between my ass and I startle, shocked as he moves the string of my underwear out of the way. Enzo doesn't slow down, leaving me struggling to keep up with him as his thumb presses on my asshole.
It's the same as before. Not unpleasant and laced with danger, more so, and that’s arousing.
I turn my head to one side and he runs the knuckles of his other hand down my face. It's comforting and I'm in desperate need of the reassurance.
Especially as his thumb presses harder and it pushes into me.
It's fucking weird.
It's far from unpleasant and my head's trying to figure out what the sensation is. It's pressure and a fullness. A slight stretch that makes my pussy clench and sends a pulse of excitement to my clit.
It's strangely nice. Completely new and my excitement only increases as his thumb moves deeper inside me. It keeps going until I feel its base resting against me and he stills as my nervousness fades.
“Good girl,” Enzo praises. “Nothing to fear.”
His thumb moves and I wait, adjusting to the new sensations as it slides in and out of my ass. Enzo picks the pace up and soon I'm comfortable with him moving freely.
He pulls his thumb out and something cold touches my ass.
“Stay still, baby.”
Whatever it is feels hard and unforgiving, and there's no elasticity as it pushes into me. My ass stretches and Enzo grabs me when I buck, immobilizing me. I whimper and Enzo forces the hard, smooth object into me until there’s a release and my ass holds it in place.
“So fucking pretty with a plug in your ass.” His hands rub my back before pulling me upright, leaving it in my ass. “Time for dinner, Adi.”
Enzo walks to the kitchen and opens a bottle of wine, leaving me in the middle of the sitting area. I’m standing upright, entirely alone, and conscious of every part of my body as the weight in my ass heightens my awareness.
“I don’t like waiting, baby.”
I step, and it moves with me. Against me too. It’s strange. It’s pressure and weight that shouldn’t be there. There’s an overwhelming sense of fullness and when I take another step, there’s a slight jolt of pleasure.
“I…”
Enzo grins wickedly and it widens with every step I take.
I’m tentative and slow, just about making it to the kitchen island. He loses patience and hauls me onto the bar stool, grinning every time I shift my weight. The asshole knows what he’s shoved up mine and my body learns to accommodate the metal plug inside it.
“That tight little ass of yours needs to be stretched before it’ll take my cock. I’ll change the plug for a bigger one before dessert.”
I finish my food and Enzo rubs his hands, staring at me with that glint in his eyes. The one that says he’s going to play with me and I’m in a fuck load of trouble.
“Over the counter, baby.”
I comply, stretching out across the cold marble. Enzo rubs my back and ass, relaxing me with a massage. I gasp as he pulls the plug out and quickly replaces it with a bigger one, easing it in as my ass stretches to take the increased girth. There’s more pressure too. More weight and a slight burn.
“Now sit down and eat your dessert.”
Enzo pulls me into my chair and serves chocolate pudding. He leans across the counter, smiling with a viciousness laced with amusement. A grin that widens every time I adjust myself, trying to get comfortable when the excitement building inside me makes it impossible.
I place my spoon on the table and he moves towards me, picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder. I scream as he carries me upstairs and he ignores me, unceremoniously dropping me onto the bed. I try to crawl away and the plug in my ass shifts with me, changing the pressure and somehow making my pussy contract and ache for more. Wetness pools between my legs and when Enzo grabs my ankle, I know I’m done for.
“On your back, baby.”
I moan and comply, adjusting myself so the pressure isn’t overwhelming. He pulls my knees apart and hisses as he sucks air between his teeth, staring as I’m exposed. Enzo undoes his shirt methodically, tossing it on the floor before removing his belt and leaving it on the bed. He’s quick to undress and his eyes never wander from me, gazing at me like a man on the verge of madness.
“Daddy’s cock is going to fuck your perfect cunt—and when it’s filled with my come, he’s going to pull that plug out of your ass and fuck you there.”
My clit throbs and my arousal surges. Enzo thrusts into me before I know what’s happening and the feeling is exquisite. I can feel every inch of him as he slams into me, his cock brushing against the plug in my ass. I’m so damn full and it’s perfect.
Every sensation is heightened.
Every movement is intensified.
Every thrust drives me insane with pleasure and my pussy and ass both clench, desperate for release.
I’m getting high on this, and it’s impossible to deny the thrill of what’s coursing through me. My chest is too tight and the heat spreading over it is unbearable, as my heart pounds hard enough it might explode if this doesn’t end soon.
My pussy contracts, and an orgasm rips through me, overwhelming me with pure euphoria. I throw my head back and my eyes roll as stars explode in my vision. I’m lost and all I know is the agony and ecstasy. All I know is Enzo. And he keeps fucking me, driving his cock into me with a rhythm that won’t give me a reprieve.
I scream and plead for air, clawing at my chest as I snatch frantic breaths.
“You came without permission, baby girl. Daddy’s got to punish you now.”
He slams into me harder and harder, holding me in place as I try to edge away. His hips collide with me as he grunts and groans, taking pleasure as my orgasm extends and becomes painful. I’m forced to keep going, forced to take whatever he gives me—and he has no intention of stopping soon.
His rhythm is fierce, his movements frantic. I cling to the sheets and his cock swells inside me. My pussy feels every damn movement as it’s pressed against his cock by the plug in my ass. It’s so much it’s impossible and when his cock twitches, I almost break.
Enzo roars as he comes, dropping his mouth open as his pitch-black eyes stare down at me in wonder. He growls and his face elongates, still handsome but not entirely human.
He’s losing control and I stare up at him through my daze, praying he’ll keep enough of it not to hurt me. Fingers run down me, playing with the come seeping from my cunt and I writhe, too sensitive for my clit to handle this.
I moan as he pulls the plug from my ass, and his fingers push into me. I’m so damn full and so bloody warm and relaxed that I almost don’t register what he’s doing. My hips move with him and a quiet moan escapes my lips. It’s followed by another—and then another—and I find myself enjoying the feelings rippling through me.
“Daddy’s going to fuck your ass now.”
His cock nudges my ass, and I tilt my hips.
“Stay still for me, baby. I’m going to make you feel so good.”
He presses into me, and a pinch of pain bursts through me, rousing me from my stupor. I gasp and Enzo stops, waiting for me to catch my breath. His cock pushes forward again and it’s too much to take. It’s too overwhelming, too new, too damn frightening.
Tears flood my eyes, and he waits, staring down at me as I start crying.
“This is happening, Adi. Whether you enjoy it or not.”
My fingers claw at the bedsheet as he pushes forward and I arch my back, trying to find a less intense angle. There isn’t one and Enzo doesn’t stop this time, easing into me as I gasp and pant, ignoring my discomfort.
“Your ass is so fucking tight, Adi. It’s squeezing my cock so hard it fucking hurts.”
Our hips collide and I’m still panting, still frantically trying to understand the strange sensations. Enzo’s thumb catches my clit and he strokes it, easing the pain with pleasure, and slowly I begin to relax.
And the more I relax, the less it hurts.
It’s a virtuous circle and I surrender to it, allowing Enzo to build my pleasure as his cock fills my ass.
“I’m going to move now.”
Our eyes meet, and he holds my gaze as his cock slides back. It’s a jolt of pleasure and I tilt my head, questioning whether I really felt it. Enzo thrusts back into me and I’m sure I did feel it, receiving another pulse of arousal from him.
“Move with me, baby. It’ll feel better if you fuck Daddy’s cock.”
I’m hesitant, but follow his instructions and we find a rhythm that works. It’s slow, almost leisurely, and Enzo’s surprisingly gentle. This isn’t the hard and fast way he fucks my cunt. It’s still dominant—maybe more so—but it’s softer. He’s taking this as far as I can handle and no further, giving me time to figure this out.
His thumb keeps stroking my clit and my arousal builds again. My pussy clenches, trying to take pleasure from his cock as it thrusts into my ass. Its head runs down the back wall of my cunt and although the pleasure is different, it’s just as good.
I moan and lie back, finally surrendering.
Enzo takes control and his movements become freer as he drives me towards another climax. My core heats and the pressure is impossible to deny. Impossible to withstand.
He’s teetering on the verge of his own climax, but he’s holding back, determined to make me come. Enzo wants me to enjoy this and if I come when he fucks my ass, it’ll be impossible to deny I enjoy it.
“Such a slut for Daddy,” he praises. “Look at you enjoying Daddy fucking your ass.”
I moan again, and his pace quickens, and the waves build into a tsunami. It’s overwhelming me and my heart races, frantically trying to keep up with the demands he’s placing on my body. I’m on fire. I’m filled with arousal. I’m so impossibly close to orgasm that I’d do anything to come.
I just need one more push to fall into oblivion.
Enzo’s cock hits the perfect spot and I explode, coming hard around his cock. Vibrations spread from my ass into my cunt and through my clit and it’s an entirely different climax.
He smiles down at me and lets himself go, thrusting into me and groaning as he finds his release. I’m still shaking as his cock spills come into my ass and Enzo makes sure every last drop empties into me before he gently withdraws.
“Perfect, baby girl. Absolutely. Fucking. Perfect.”
Enzo peppers tender kisses over my body and my hands play with his hair, caressing him as he lies on top of me. My eyes struggle to stay open and he tells me how special I am, promising to keep me safe and take care of me while I sleep. I fall into a different oblivion, finally content and at peace.