50. Chapter Fifty

Being with Enzo is addicting.

Not in the sense I'm in love with him and can't be without him, but it's something within me. When I can let go of everything, trust him enough to make every decision for me, to the point he's sometimes beating the stress out of me, it's impossible to put into words. During those times, it sometimes feels stressful, but when it's all done, I feel so much relief.

My whole life, I struggled with anxiety. Stress affects me in ways it doesn't affect others. I feel it in my body, straight to my bones, and mentally? Don't get me started on that. But being with Enzo? It helps. He is the only drug I need, the only thing that helps me get through rough days.

I'd been with other dominant men before. Women too. None of those relationships worked as well as this one does. I knew when I was a teenager that relationships and commitment weren't for me. I'm different. That's okay. The other sexual relationships I had helped, they were good, they made me realize what it was I needed. All I had to do was find the right person.

Enzo is that person.

With that being said, I will not get in his way of having a happy life because I know his idea of happiness differs from mine.

He too thought he'd never get married, not with the lifestyle he lives. It's why our contract is there. But even though us separating would be a breach in the contract, unless we saw it through to the renegotiating date, I don't care. His happiness matters to me. And though it will suck for me, I could never deny him his happiness. I won't throw a contract in his face because of the issues I have.

These issues are mine.

Coming back from my trip should have been a breath of fresh air. Knowing I was going back to my life should have been a relief. I said my goodbyes to my mother, did what I needed to clear my conscience. We never had a great relationship, but I did my part. Coming home, I knew what I would be able to get from Enzo. That release.

Only I couldn't. At least I didn't think so because of Jordan. I'd known that from the moment I left because I knew things with Enzo and Jordan would work out. Meaning, things would be different when I'd return.

I'm not blaming Jordan, not at all. Not blaming Vincenzo either. It's just facts.

So when Enzo said we needed to talk, the three of us, I was certain he was going to end things. To say I was surprised at the outcome is an understatement. It's the last thing I was expecting. I was already thinking of what areas I'd like to live in. The east coast was top of my list.

Of course I was hopeful, but hope has gotten me nowhere in life. All hope does is lead to disappointment. Today was different. That was a relief in itself.

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" Enzo asks quietly as I work on unbuttoning my shirt. Jordan is sitting in the blood-red armchair across the room, fidgeting.

"You should ask your wife that." I wink at him, and he smirks.

Enzo has been different since Jordan has been here. Though I haven't been around much, I notice it in the texts he sent while I was gone. The phone conversations we had, and especially now. He's more forgiving. More lenient. Part of me is wondering if he's gone soft. Will this time together have the same outcome? I guess I'll only know by going through with it, which I fully intend to do. And no, I don't care that Jordan will watch. There is no shame in my game. Besides, I have a feeling her watching will make her feel better. Maybe knowing how he and I are together will make her comfortable with the idea. On the other end, maybe it'll piss her off and I'll be kicked out of the house tonight. Who knows?

Time will tell…

I get the most out of these sessions when Enzo is tough, unmoving in his demands, and firm. It allows me to know I can trust him, which is what allows me to let go completely. Rid myself of the stress and anxieties weighing me down.

I get the last button undone and shrug my shirt off. My undershirt is next. I drape them both over the stool by the door.

"Get on your knees and wait for me," Enzo says.

I drop to my knees and place my hands on my thighs, looking straight ahead. He moves away from me, and I watch as he goes to Jordan. They speak quietly for a few moments and when he walks away, she's more relaxed. I feel bad for her. She's out of her element. She looks terrified, if I'm being honest. Not just now, in this room, but before I left. Yet, something has changed in her too. She's more comfortable than she was. Almost like she wants to be here now. At least they aren't fighting like they were before. She isn't destroying the house and hurting his employees. That's a plus.

Enzo moves back to me, brushing his fingers down my cheek. He rests two fingers under my chin and tilts my head back to look up at him.

"Did you miss me?" he rasps out, and my cock responds immediately.

"Yes."

"You can show me how much. Take out my dick."

Starting off strong. Jumping right into it. I like that.

He drops his hand from my face, resting them at his sides as I get to work.

I undo his belt, button, and unzip his pants. The bulge beneath his black boxer briefs tells me he's as excited about this as I am. I let his dick out and lick my lips.

"In your mouth," he says.

I can tell by the tone he's using he's going to be tame today. Probably because he doesn't want to scare off Jordan. That's fine. It isn't about how much pain he inflicts on me, it's about allowing my brain to shut down, to obey, and to feel. I don't have to make any decisions because he makes them for me.

I take him into my mouth, right to the back of my throat, and suck. He groans, tangling his fingers in my hair.

"My good boy missed my cock," he says, sliding out and thrusting back in slowly. His praise has me sucking harder, causing him to chuckle. "Eager to please, as usual."

He uses my mouth, takes control and does what he wants. His movements are slow, precise, the taste of his pre-cum on my tongue is like a small reward for doing well. Praise really gets me going. Knowing I'm doing what he likes? Fuck, I can't explain how that makes me feel.

He pulls all the way out, tucks himself back in his pants, and I almost whimper at the loss. Fuck, I missed the taste of him.

"What does my good boy want?" he asks.

"Whatever you'll give me."

"Get your clothes off. Get on the bed."

I stand, quickly take my pants off, and lie down on the bed. He moves meticulously around to cuff each of my hands and ankles with the cuffs attached to the bed, so I'm spread out like a starfish. It's been a while since he's done this. Been a while since we've been in this room at all.

My dick is already aching, pre-cum pooling at my belly button. I haven't come in weeks and I won't be surprised if I do without him even touching me. Wouldn't be the first time and it certainly won't be the last. Some people would be ashamed of that, but I'm not. Because Vincenzo takes it as a compliment. Unless I come when I'm told not to. Then I get punished, but of course, that's always fun.

Once I'm strapped down and panting, he stands at the foot of the bed. His hands wrap around the posts, the muscles in his arms tensing and making me ache. This man is sinful beauty. Gorgeous. All tanned and tattooed. Strong jaw and dark look. He stands there, taking me in, and the smirk that crosses his face, the look of satisfaction over how hard my dick is? It makes me nearly feral.

It's rare for Enzo to suck my dick, but he has. And the way he's looking at me right now? I wouldn't be surprised if he did. Either way, he always makes sure I'm satisfied, regardless of how it gets done.

"Angel?" he calls, looking over his shoulder. I can't see her reaction from here, and I don't hear her say anything either. "I want you to move closer."

His gaze is on me again. He smirks, pushes off the posts, and moves to his wife. A moment later, he's moving the chair to the foot of the bed, and she's sitting there watching with wide eyes. Which I find to be quite exciting. I like putting on a show. I'm eager for her to watch.

Enzo moves to the side of the bed and drags a finger up my balls, causing me to groan and pull on the restraints. His finger runs along the length of my dick, over the tip, and gathers the pre-cum that he drags across my lips. He leans down to lick it up and a sound rumbles in my chest as I tug on the cuffs again.

Enzo digs through the drawer and pulls out a bottle of lube. He pours a good amount in his hand to lather on my dick. His hand is loose as he strokes me, my dick painfully hard. When I thrust into his hand, he lets go, giving me the you know better look.

I do know better, but I can't help it. It's been so damn long since I've come.

I don't take my pleasure. Enzo gives me my pleasure. But it's so hard after going without for so long. I should have jerked off while I was away. He'd never have known. But something about waiting and letting him do it is so satisfying.

His gaze goes to Jordan. "You still good?"

She breathes out a, "yes." Which tells me she's more than good. She's enjoying it.

Once my body is still, Enzo grabs my dick again and strokes a few times.

He does this over and over again until my brain is clear and my heart is racing. I'm so on edge I may very well pass out. Every time my hips move, he stops and it's torturous.

I'm panting. Begging. Breathing so heavily, I'm dizzy. My vision is blurry, and I think my heart is going to burst out of my chest.

I faintly hear Enzo chuckling.

"What do you think, angel? Should I let him come now?"

Yes, yes. Please say yes.

"No," she whispers, and all I can do is smile.