47. Chapter Forty-Seven

Enzo closes the door to my bedroom, and his eyes meet mine.

"Do you remember the rules from the club?"

I nod.

"Repeat them."

"No swearing. Answer you when you ask me a question."

"Good girl," he says, taking a step closer to me. His large hand lands on my hip, heating my skin. He walks around me, his hand sliding along my waist as he goes. He moves to my bed and sits on the edge. "If I told you doing everything I tell you would result in me eating your pussy until you come, would you want to obey me?"

I nod, watching him from the corner of my eye, but don't move.

"And if I told you disobeying me would result in a punishment—such as a spanking—would you still be so willing to obey me?"

I shake my head, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip.

He pats his thigh, and I move to him and sit. His hands slide down the outsides of my thighs. His right hand moves back up, over my stomach and between my breasts, resting at my throat.

"Your urge to disobey me to be put in your place is what makes you a brat. You want to know I will punish you for doing wrong, but only because it's a punishment you enjoy. You want to push my buttons because you get pleasure from the result. This requires us to trust one another, Jordan. A lot of trust. Do you trust me?"

"Yes."

The wine is swimming through my veins, but I think I'm too honest for my own good when I'm intoxicated.

Enzo isn't the one hiding things from me. I'm sure of this now. More than I've been sure about a lot of things in my life. He isn't the one who has lied to me. Sure, he is keeping a secret, but it's my father's secret. He's the one who won't tell me the truth. Enzo has been nothing but honest from day one.

He drags his nose from one shoulder blade to the next, groaning a low sound.

"You trust me to take care of you?"

"Yes."

He kisses my shoulder.

"To know what you need, when you need it, and give it to you?"

"Yes."

His hand slides up my throat, resting at my jaw and pressing my head against his shoulder.

"To push your limits?"

"Yes," I rasp out as his fingers move back down and tighten the slightest bit.

"What about those soft and hard limits, angel? Do you trust me enough to explore them with me?"

My mind immediately goes to him wanting to pee on me and try shoving three dicks in me at the same time. It scares me.

His fingers loosen around my throat and brush across my skin. "Relax," he whispers. "Do you trust me enough to explore them?" he repeats.

Three dicks? Three dicks in me? There is no way. But if I offered to let him try and it didn't work, he would stop. He wouldn't force me, right?

He forced you to be here.

Shut up, voice in my head!

Even though she has a point, I don't want to be logical right now.

"Yes," I finally answer.

"Have you touched yourself?"

"N-no."

He hums a sound of approval. His hand slides to my breasts again, and this time he finds my nipple and brushes his finger along it, causing it to peak. The sensation sends little electric volts right between my legs.

"It's been torture, hasn't it?"

I whimper out a "yes."

"But you did it for me. Because you want to please me, don't you?"

"Yes."

He stands, slipping his hand under my thighs and carrying me bridal style. He sits me in the chair beside my door, and crouches in front of me.

"There is no reason the dynamic we have in the bedroom, the trust and respect we have, can't be in our everyday lives too." He reaches for my shoe, undoes the strap, and slips it off. "If you respect me, I will respect you." He moves for the other shoe, working on the small buckle. "I am not so proud I won't show my feelings for you. I don't care who knows it. You are my wife, I will respect you and care for you and treat you the way you deserve. I have no shame in getting on my knees for you." He slips the second shoe off and looks up at me. "There are many benefits to being my wife, Jordan." He kisses the top of my knee, moves upward, and kisses the inside of my thigh. "And they aren't all sexual."

My head falls back, and my eyes fall closed. I'd love to watch the way this man touches me, but it all feels so good I can't focus on everything at once.

He slips his hands beneath the hem of my dress and pushes it up so it bunches at my waist. He groans, and I open my eyes to him staring at my exposed panties.

He blinks slowly, and when he opens his eyes, he's looking at me.

"Do you understand what I'm saying?"

"I think so."

"You will be my queen, if only you'll allow it."

For some reason, his words send me back to the night in the kitchen. When I begged him to fuck me, but he wouldn't.

Not until you allow me to be your husband.

I didn't understand what he meant that night, but I think I understand now. He wants me to let him in. This whole time he's wanted this to be real.

If I could look forward to a life with an asshole like Zach, who clearly had no respect for me, couldn't I look forward to one with Enzo? Someone who is willing to do anything for me?

You don't know he's telling the truth.

But don't I?

I press my palm to his cheek.

"I will," I tell him, choosing to trust my instincts.

He smirks, grabs my hand and kisses my palm. "Prove it," he whispers.

How the hell am I supposed to do that? I drop my hands.

He nips at my thigh, causing me to whimper.

"Tell me how."

"Trust me," he says, kissing his way up my thigh.

"I d-do," I breathe out.

My back bows, my hands grasping the arms of the chair when he nips at my skin. He yanks me forward so my ass is barely on the seat and drags his nose up my pussy, inhaling and groaning.

"This is all mine," he whispers, dragging his tongue along my panties, latching on and sucking.

I bite onto my bottom lip as the sensation rolls through me. I whimper as he sucks harder, the heat of his mouth so hot on my most sensitive part.

"Tell me," he growls as he lets go.

"It's yours, Enzo."

"You are such a good girl, angel."

With one finger, he pulls my panties aside, stares at me for a long moment, and runs his tongue from my hole to my clit.

My entire body vibrates, heat pooling in my stomach.

"I owe you an orgasm," he says.

"Yes," I moan. "Please."

"So polite."

He licks me again, and sucks on my clit gently. It feels so good.

"I missed this pussy," he says against me, his words causing little vibrations against my skin. "I want to fuck this pussy, Jordan. I want to fuck my pussy."

"Yes, please!" My grip on the seat tightens as he sucks on my clit more. The pleasure builds and builds and soon enough there's no turning back. The orgasm crashes over me, blinding me. I barely have time to think before I'm lifted into the air and placed on the bed. He shoves my dress all the way up to expose my bare breasts and tears my panties right off my body.

I'm panting, aching for him, as he pulls out his dick.

"Watch me fuck you."

My eyes widen as I watch him stroke his dick. The tip glistens with pre-cum and I have this strange urge to lick it off, but he swipes his plump tip over my clit, mixing it with my arousal, causing me to tremble. He slides the head down to my entrance and pushes forward slowly. I missed the feeling of this. When he had me sit on him at the club, it wasn't nearly enough time. Fucking Rafael and having Enzo watch was hot. Rafael knows what he's doing, and he feels good, but there's something about Enzo that is different. It's more than just how it feels physically. Maybe it's because I've known him for so long and this relationship is a little taboo and a lot forbidden. Or maybe it's because things with Enzo and me are different. The same way things with him and Rafael are different.

"Watch, angel. Look at how your pussy stretches for me." I look down at where his gaze is glued and see the way I swallow him. "Such a good pussy allowing me in. Look at how wet and swollen she is for me. See how good I look inside you, angel?" He pushes further in with each sentence, his words making me pant and wanting to come again. "This was made for me. All for me."

"All for you," I tell him.

He pulls out and I whimper, but he slowly goes back in.

"Enzo, please," I plead. "Please—"

"Please, what?"

"Please—I need you in me."

"I am in you, angel."

"More," I beg.

"Say it," he growls. "Tell me what you want."

"I want all of you. In me…"

"You want my cock all the way in you, angel?" I nod. "So far in you that it won't go any further? So far that it hurts?"

"Yes, yes, yes," I chant, gripping the bed sheets and urging my hips forward. "Please."

"Your wish is my command, angel."

He slides into me so far I swear I feel it in my stomach. The pain is welcomed, borderline pleasure. And when he pulls out and slams back in, I've died and gone to heaven.

How does this feel so good? How is it possible this feels so goddamn good?

"Open your eyes and watch me fuck you," he growls.

My eyes fly open, and I look down. His dick is glistening with my cum as he slides in and out of me with ease. It's so much it's on his pants, and I wonder who the hell cleans his clothes because that's embarrassing.

"You take me so well," he says, moving his hands up to grip my waist. He holds me tight, pulling me into him and going even deeper. His thrusts become a little jerky and the thought of him coming has me wild with need, especially so soon. We shouldn't be doing this without a condom. Not because I'm worried about STIs. I know we're clean because of the club, but because when Enzo took me from my house, my birth control pills never came with me. I'm not sure he knows that. I want to tell him. I open my mouth to tell him, but—

"I'm going to come in you. Tell me I can. Don't stop me, angel. Please, beg me to come inside you."

Holy shit…

I do exactly as he asks, because the thought of it is so damn hot.

"Come inside me, Enzo. I want it. I want your cum."

"Mm, fuck," he grunts, grinding his hips against me as his eyes flutter closed. His cock twitches, his cum filling me up. I don't get a second to breathe before he's pulling out of me and on his knees again, sucking on my clit. I'm thrown into an orgasm immediately, and he doesn't stop. He slides his mouth down to my pussy, licking and fucking me with his tongue. I'm blinded with pleasure. Then he's lying over me, his mouth on mine, a mix of us both on his tongue, and I've never tasted anything sweeter in my entire life.