51. Chapter Fifty-One

I wasn't sure how I'd feel watching the two of them together. The dynamic between two people sexually isn't something you can figure out. You think you know someone, but how they are in the bedroom never matches up. Even without being experienced in that department, I know. Yes, Enzo is the dominant one, and I saw it at the club, but when they're alone? Who knows how they are together? Does Enzo suck his dick? Fuck him? I can't picture Enzo being fucked, but maybe he is. Maybe he likes that? I'm not judging anyone in any sense, and that's the point here. You never know what someone is into sexually.

Having a front-row seat to watching Enzo deny Rafael an orgasm is turning me on in ways I didn't know were possible. What does that say about me? Why do I like watching this man be denied? Tortured? He looks like he's going to pass out. And I am enjoying it.

When Enzo spoke with me earlier, he told me if I wanted to join, I could. I said I'd think about it. It's not that I don't want to, but knowing how they are together will help me decide if I'm okay with them being together without me. I can be comfortable with it if I know what to expect. But I'm afraid watching this is only making me want to join.

So when Enzo asks if he should let Rafael come, I tell him no. Because I'm not ready for this to be over. Though, I have a feeling Rafael coming once won't be the end of it. That didn't mark the end of it at the club, and with Rafael being gone for so long, I think we're in for a long night. And I'm kind of excited about that.

"No?" Enzo asks with a dark, lustful look.

I shake my head, biting my bottom lip.

"Do you want to make him come, angel?"

I suck in a breath. That isn't what I'd thought he'd say. I thought he'd keep doing what he's doing, torturing him and not allowing him to come.

"I…" I don't know what to say.

"I think you do," Enzo says in a raspy tone. "I think you want to feel him coming inside you, and then you want to feel me licking you clean."

Jesus…

What the hell do you say to that? Even if I knew, my mouth wouldn't form words. But when Enzo tells me to stand, I do. When he demands I take my clothes off, I do. And when he tells me to climb on top of Rafael, I do that too. I'm like a puppet on his strings.

Enzo runs his hand along the small of my back to push me forward. I press my palms to Rafael's chest to steady myself. The man beneath me is shaking, trembling, looking as if he's about to faint. Enzo slides his hand around the curve of my ass before slipping between my pussy lips and sinking a finger inside me.

"You're soaked, angel." It comes out as a chastisement. As if I shouldn't be. How can I not be? "He's going to slide in so easily. He doesn't need help, but I'm going to help anyway because that's my job. It's my job to make sure you and him are satisfied."

Yes,I think. Yes, it is. I hope you do this every day for the rest of my life.

He removes his hand from me to slide Rafael's dick along my clit. I dig my fingers into Rafael's chest, causing him to hiss and yank on the restraints. I wonder what it would be like to be tied up and tortured the way he is. Would Enzo do that to me? I bet if I asked, he would.

Enzo nudges him at my entrance, and the sounds and feeling tells me he's stroking Rafael slowly.

"Do not come until you're inside my wife," Enzo says firmly.

Rafael's hands tighten into fists, his breathing growing heavier. His skin is flushed, eyes focused on the ceiling as if he's trying with every part of him not to come.

It's so sexy.

So fucking sexy.

The way Enzo has so much control over him, and of me too. The way Rafael is so submissive to him. More so than me. Which is why Enzo didn't tell me I'm a submissive too. He said I'm a brat. It all makes more sense now.

"Take him inside you, angel. But no more than an inch or two."

I carefully move down, my head falling back at the feel of Rafael slipping inside me. It's hard not to sink all the way down. The feeling of being full is my absolute favorite, and for the first time, I wonder if those soft and hard limits would be so bad. I'd let them both inside me at the same time. In fact, I think I want them to.

Enzo reaches his hand around to stroke my clit, causing me to clench tightly around Enzo, which makes him squirm beneath me.

Enzo chuckles, low and husky.

"A little further, angel."

I move down a little more, feeling Enzo still stroking Rafael, his fingers brushing my pussy as he does. His other hand is still working my clit.

"No yet," he whispers to Rafael. "Just a little longer, baby."

Jesus, the way he talks to him is making me insane. How can such simple words be so hot?

He's telling Rafael not to come, but he hasn't said anything to me yet and I already feel like I might. Will he be mad? Disappointed?

Enzo presses down on my clit, causing my pussy to clench around Rafael again. He groans deeply, his body twitching, and I think that's it. I think he's going to come now. Enzo will punish him for it. But Rafael holds on. He doesn't come. Even I find myself proud of that.

"Vincenzo, please," he whispers. "I can't—"

"You can wait a little longer."

"No, I can't," Rafael growls. "I can't, I can't, I can't," he chants, shaking his head back and forth. He sounds on the verge of tears. Why is torturing him so sexy? Why am I enjoying this so much? Why is my body on fire between Enzo touching me and knowing the man beneath me is going through hell all because he wants to come?

"You will," Enzo says, removing his hand from me and Rafael. He picks up the lube, pours some into his hand, and goes behind me. "Take the rest of him, angel. All the way." He leans close to my ear. "We're going to let him come now."

The air leaves my lungs in a whoosh, and I sink down, letting out a relieved moan.

"Jesus," Rafael whines. "Please, please let me come." He pulls on the chains, the muscles in his arms tensing. "For the love of God, please!"

"Don't move. Stay just like that," Enzo tells me. I still feel his hand behind me, but I'm not sure what he's doing. Not until Rafael jerks beneath me, letting out a long and low moan. I realize Enzo has slipped a finger inside him, which has me clenching again. Enzo goes back to my clit and rubs perfect circles that quickly have me needing to come. "Your orgasm is going to milk his cock while I stroke his prostate."

"Please," Rafael whines. "Please, just—more! A little more!"

I try so hard not to rock my hips on Rafael. I'm afraid if I do Enzo will stop and I don't want that. I need him to keep going so I can come too.

"Tell me when," Enzo whispers to me.

"I…" I bite my bottom lip, grasping at Rafael's chest as Enzo plays with my pussy so damn good.

"What, angel? You what?"

"I'm c-coming," I pant, a second before it bursts through me. The orgasm hits me like a train, exploding through my body, my pussy pulsing so hard I feel every hard inch of Rafael inside me.

He groans loudly, his cock twitching in response, his body jerking as he comes. I didn't have to do anything but come and it made him come. That's something I'll have wet dreams about. Holy shit…

The orgasm feels like it lasts forever, my whole body lighting up, and it seems the same way for Rafael, who is still writhing beneath me.

My chest is heaving, skin covered in a sheen of sweat when I open my eyes. My body is damn near vibrating.

Enzo pushes me forward and I stop inches before smashing against Rafael's chest. Enzo's mouth is on me before I can argue about it. He said he was going to do this, but damn, I'd forgotten with everything else going on. He licks and sucks and fucks my hole with his tongue, moving to my clit to suck, sending me spiraling into another orgasm out of nowhere. I bury my face in Rafael's neck as I cry out.

When Enzo stands, his lips glistening, chest heaving, he says, "How about exploring those soft limits now, angel?"