Chapter 10 – Enzo
ENZO
“You need more.” It’s not a question but an observation.
“You’re a little pain slut, aren’t you, Althea?
” I unclip the two straps covering the meaty part of her ass, flipping them to the side and exposing more of her delectable flesh to my discipline.
With another hard slap, she jolts forward, but my free hand holding the harness keeps her from going too far.
Reaching to the side, I find my belt and place the metal buckle in my hand.
Althea doesn’t move from her position, waiting for what I’ll do next.
Her breathing is rapid, and the vein in her neck pulses.
I can see the pink hue of her cheek as she tries to peek over her shoulder to see what I’m doing.
To ramp up her anticipation, I slowly run my fingers over the heat of her ass, back and forth, with feather-light strokes.
She squirms slightly, clearly annoyed by my gentleness.
“Answer me, Althea. Are you my pain slut? Do you need my belt to light a fire against your ass?” She nods.
Unacceptable.
Leaning forward, I lick along her spine, drawing out an irritated groan from her, which makes me smile. “All you have to do is tell me what you want.”
“ Fucking fine !” She screams. “ Yes . I’m a pain slut . Now what are you going to do about it? Because at this point, I’m ready to find someone else who …”
The crack of my belt across her ass cheek stops her rant. A beautiful pink blooms on her naked skin. “ There . Is . No . One . Else .” I emphasize each word with five lashes, accentuating my point. Althea hisses and gasps. I’m hard as fucking steel, but I’m not going to rush this.
“You answered incorrectly the last time, so I’ll give you one more chance. Are you my pain slut?” Althea nods, refusing to answer verbally, earning herself three more lashes.
“Yes,” she concedes. “For tonight, I’ll be your pain slut,” she says softly. “But only for tonight.”
It won’t be for one night, but again, she doesn’t understand what she’s done to me. Hell, I don’t understand what she’s done to me—the effect she has on my sanity. It’s not just lust. It’s something more .
The way I felt watching her in that skimpy little devil costume, walking through the club where any man could’ve seen her harness and this gorgeous naked pussy.
What if she had chosen to scene with one of them instead?
The image of her spread out like this for another man fills me with a sense of rage.
Without thought, my belt comes down on her ass again and again.
Althea jumps but doesn’t complain. Instead, she moans. I should probably apologize for that last one, but I can’t find it in me to do it.
Dropping the belt, I leave her in position and move over to the wall to pick out a long, slender riding crop. Althea’s eyes track my movement, watching as I slap the leather square tip against my palm. Her eyes grow heated and her cheeks pink.
This next exercise will be better with her on her back. I want to see her eyes, clock every response. I need to know her threshold, but more than that, I need to see her pain. It’s like a fucking aphrodisiac to me.
“What’s your safe word, Althea?” I should’ve asked sooner, but now that I know she thrives on pain, I need to know.
I want to push her to her limit, but only to the extent that she can handle it.
Some women will let it go too far, their need for pain driving them to push too far.
I won’t allow Althea to do that. She’s mine now.
I’ll give her what she needs, but never more than she can take. I won’t break her.
“Feta,” she replies. It’s an odd choice and one I find humorous.
“Aren’t you Greek? Why would you choose feta?” Because now I need to know.
“Texture,” she says, sounding disgusted. “It’s cheese. Cheese is meant to be graded, not fucking crumbled all over everything, and it has no taste.”
“Fair enough.” The corners of my mouth curve at how cute she sounds.
Jesus. What is this woman doing to me?
I unclasp her wrists and move them above her head, turning her over onto her back and then drag her up the bed closer to the headboard where I connect her cuffs to a set of O-rings.
Althea struggles for a minute, testing the strength of the rings, flailing about as if she’s frightened, but her eyes give away her excitement.
She enjoys being dominated, restrained, and punished.
Outside of watching the life drain from my enemy’s eyes, domination and punishment are my next two favorite things.
Once she’s firmly restrained, I head back to the closet to grab another piece of equipment to enhance her pleasure.
When I return with a spreader bar, Althea's eyes widen with shock.
I fasten the spreader bar between her legs and clasp two nipple clamps onto her taut buds, then pace around the bed admiring my handiwork, but not touching just yet.
I want her needy and frantic for release. For me .
Using the crop, I gently trace her dusty pink nipples and watch as they harden into stiff points, forcing the clamps to tighten and her to hiss.
I lean in, taking her right nipple into my mouth, suckling until her mouth parts and she gasps.
My fingers push inside her pussy, curling with each thrust bringing her closer.
Althea yelps when I bite down, gasping as her eyes begin to roll back in her head.
, her body arching into me. Just as she’s on the cusp of release, I pull my mouth and fingers away.
Althea’s eyes fly open. Desire and the fiery flame of anger stare back at me.
“Patience, Little Devil.” I tease.
“Fuck you.” She huffs in frustration.
“In due time.”
Deciding I need to see her fall apart sooner rather than later, I use the leather square of the crop and snap it against her inner thigh.
Althea jumps slightly, squirming against the bedcovers, her arousal dripping onto the sheets.
I move the crop up, lightly brushing the inside of her thigh until I reach her dripping wet center, using the leather to stroke her clit.
Althea lifts herself, rocking her hips, following the head of the crop, seeking her pleasure.
I continue to stroke her clit back and forth and then roll it in circles, ramping up her release.
When I see that she’s on the verge of coming again, I plunge two fingers inside her tight heat and thrust in and out repeatedly at a punishing pace, curling my fingers until she finally comes undone right before my eyes.
“You’re exquisite.” She smiles softly but doesn’t open her eyes. While she lies there recovering from her blissful release, I finish undressing myself.
“Look at me.” Her eyes meet mine, and before her aftershocks subside, I crawl up on the bed, remove the spreader bar, and settle myself between her legs.
Without warning, I slam my cock inside her.
Althea’s body arches, her pussy clenching around me, pulling me in and squeezing me tight.
Unable to hold back any longer, I fuck her hard , making her cry out, screaming my name as she comes.
Groaning, I aggressively begin thrusting my hips, taking what I want and giving Althea what she needs.
Reaching down with my hand, I unclasp her nipples one at a time and then pinch her clit, flooding her senses and sending her over the edge once more.
My pace is frenzied and relentless. I know this is going to end far too quickly for my liking, but I’ll have plenty of time to make up for it.
My hips snap in time with Althea’s, and then she wraps her feet behind my back, giving her the leverage she needs to grind herself against me.
The friction feels so fucking good, I can’t hold back any longer and explode, marking her womb with my seed.
“Holy fucking shit,” Althea mumbles, but I hear her and smile against her neck.
There’s no going back now. Althea Drakos is mine.
I wore her out it seems. My little devil is passed out naked on my bed. I need to grab the arnica cream and take care of her skin. Though I love to see my brands on her skin, I don’t want her to bruise too deeply. Not when I plan to do this all over again soon.
On my way to the bathroom, I grab my phone and text Stavros.
Me: I want you assigned to Miss Drakos. You will be her security detail until further notice.
Stavros: Understood.
Me: I’ll text you when she leaves. I want to know her every move. Understand?
Stavros: Yes sir.