Chapter 13

H is tongue sends a tremor of desire racing through my body, the grip on the back of my neck tightens as his lips slowly grow tender and light like a summer breeze. His hold on me keeps me gripped to the reality of our movements.

He is kissing me. Enzo is kissing me.

Enzo's teeth graze my bottom lip causing a moan from me as our mouths meet. His kiss is full of passion and desperation, like he'd thought of this moment every day. He pulls away slowly, leaving my mouth burning with fire as I lean forward chasing the warmth of his mouth with mine. He slowly moves his hand to the loose waves of my hair, forcefully pulling my head back, towards the ceiling. His eyes darken as they linger on my swollen lips.

And then he stops.

His hands are no longer on me, and I whimper at the loss of his touch.

The dampness between my legs is evidence of the way I want him. Right here. Right now. He walks over to the desk, and pushes the papers all over the floor with one movement. A familiar shake of awareness ripples through me, his compelling eyes watch me as he slowly removes his black jacket. He stands there, devilishly handsome and showing off the way his arms strain through the white shirt as he unbuttons the sleeves and rolls them up. His muscular arms are covered in ink, the only tattoo I can make out from across the room wraps around his arm like a snake.

"Are you ready to take your punishment, Princess?" he growls. I'm grateful he's giving me a choice, but there is no way in hell I would back down from his invitation. He asks the question in a passionate challenge, which is just too hard for me to resist. I've been envisioning his hands on me for the past few months. I take a step forward, ready to do anything he asks of me.

"No," He raises his hand, stopping me from moving further.

"Crawl to me," he rasps, without a moment of hesitation I slowly lower myself to the ground. My knees meet the hardwood floor followed by my hands as I savor the feeling of the cool ground against my heated skin. Moving slowly and as seductively as I can, I crawl. I try to ignore the pain my knees feel and the sheer embarrassment of submitting to him. Not when he's staring at me like that, like I am nothing short of a Goddess. My pussy aches as I study his lean tanned skinned face. I can't deny the spark of excitement I get as I make my way to his feet.

"Good fucking girl. Now stand and bend over the desk. Show me that fucking ass that's been teasing every fucking man on that dance floor." I stand and do exactly what he requested of me.

"Stretch out your arms and hold on." The movement has my dress ride up right below my ass cheeks. The cool breeze of the AC has goosebumps break out all over my body.

"Fuck. You look fucking delicious with your ass out for me." He groans, pulling up the remaining inch of my dress so my ass is fully on display. I feel the blood coursing through my veins like an awakened river, directly to my aching clit. My pussy clenches in anticipation and need for this man.

"No panties?" He says, his fingertips digging into my waist.

I nod, I simply can't find the right words. This position makes me feel vulnerable, but I know Enzo would never do anything I didn't want him to do.

"You'll need a safe word in case it becomes too much. Choose a word, and everything stops. No questions asked." His fingertips stay on my waist, it's like he's frozen in place. Like he's resisting the urge to touch me elsewhere, or just grab me in the way he wants to .

"Marigold," I say breathlessly. That was all the permission he was waiting for in order for his hands to move down my body. He removes his grip from my waist, lightly trailing his index finger down my back and onto my ass. The sound of a smack of skin registers before the pain of his palm. I moan in response as another smack makes impact with my ass.

"Good girl," he groans, "you'll take ten more, count them for me."

The forceful impact of his hands against my skin leaves me shocked by my unmistakable arousal as it trickles down my thighs. My clit throbs with desperate need, aching to be caressed. His calloused fingers tracing my flesh soothes the sting of the spank, the movement has me surrendering to his touch in a way I've never experienced before.

"One," I squirm trying to relieve some of the ache on the desk, when his hands strike my skin again, this time with greater force than before. The sensations alternate between stinging spanks and gentle caresses, each one more intense than the last. My aching, needy pussy has never experienced such an electrifying sensation.

"You are mine, Catalina." Smack. "You've been mine since I laid eyes on you." Smack. "It's time you learned that you belong to me." Smack. His words mixed with the pain are excruciating. The safe word is at the tip of my tongue, just begging to be said. But I can't .

This feeling is intoxicating. I don't feel powerless, I feel like I have all the power. After all, I just have to say one word for him to stop.

Just one. Marigold .

"Four" I whine, the tears forming in my eyes blurring away the plain white wall I've been staring at as he continues.

Enzo is the first one I've ever felt the need to want more from, this craving for this particular brand of pain. It's a blend of fear and allure. With each resounding smack my skin ignites, and my voice emerges hoarsely as I breathlessly call out each count. The anticipation of what's to come lingers as I continue the countdown to my own demise.

"Ten," I moan, his palms circling around each cheek, and squeezing firmly.

"These marks," he whispers, "are proof that you are mine. Your ass looks phenomenal with my handprint. You understand why I punished you, right?" His voice is soft, when I don't respond immediately, he moves his touch from my bottom up to my lower back.

"You put yourself in danger by leaving your guard, when we are here for your safety. You allowed another man to touch you, when we don't know if he could have been working for your enemies." I shake my head holding in the tears that are moments from breaking free. The forcefulness of his touch, his dirty fucking words and the gentleness of him now have my mind going in circles.

As if he could sense my growing distress from the intensity, he gently helps me up from the desk, and guides me over to the couch behind us. Lifting me onto his lap, my legs naturally wrap around his waist as I straddle him. The way he envelopes his strong arms around me has my pulse quickening with desire. I can feel the strain of his thick, hard cock beneath his pants making it difficult to hold back a moan. The sting on my ass makes me want to rock my hips against his length to chase my own pleasure. His light touch glides from my back to my hair, I try to close the distance between our lips but his firm grip holds me in place, stopping me just inches from his mouth. I stick out my tongue, licking the top of his lip before grinding myself against him so he can feel how much I want him too.

"Fuck, Dolcezza," he moans, his whisper sounds like a prayer. Like a silent demand for my pleasure so he can watch me come undone for him.

"Enzo," I moan softly. His name escapes my lips in a desperate plea to let me have him, even if it's just for tonight. I long to see him lose that sense of control he's desperately trying to maintain as I grind myself on him. The beautiful crimson dress is bunched up around my waist, and if anyone were to walk into this office they'd be greeted by the sight of my bare ass on his lap. I don't question how he knew about this private space. I don't question if we should even be in here.

All I can focus on are his lips on mine, and this craving I have for his tongue between my thighs.

"Are you going to sit there and watch or are you going to taste me like a good boy," I whisper in his ear, biting down on his neck just hard enough to make my own mark on his skin. Hoping that's incentive enough to give me exactly what I want. I move off his lap and make my way to the couch across from him. Sitting down, I get myself comfortable and spread my legs as wide as I can so he can see every inch of me from where he is. Despite my nerves at the vulnerability of my actions, a new found confidence radiates from me in a way I never knew possible.

I feel fucking beautiful, sexy and desired under his gaze. Letting go of every hidden reservation, I move my hands over my covered breasts, down my stomach until I reach my clit.

Enzo can probably see the way my pussy glistens in the light, it doesn't stop me from leaving my legs spread for him. I continue teasing myself, inching my fingers closer and closer to my wet cunt until they are coated with my slick arousal. I move one hand to my chest pushing the V of my dress to fully expose my breasts for him. Enzo slowly moves his hand and grips his knee, it looks as though he's digging his nails in. His jaw clenches and I can tell he's holding himself back. I don't stop my movement. I don't waste another second, driven by an urgent need to reach euphoria. I insert a finger inside my warm, wet pussy, burying myself to the knuckle, pumping in and out while my thumb and index finger pinched my perky nipples. The pain has me wishing it were his hands on me instead. I don't hold back as I get lost in the sensation. I moan loudly with each thrust, my hips chasing my touch, as I add a finger and then another until I have three stretching me out. My orgasm is seconds away from being reached.

"Fuck. You look so fucking sexy taking your pleasure, Princess." He rasps painfully, his cock is so hard that the bulge in his pants is unmistakable. My eyes are transfixed, imagining him removing his pants, and stroking his cock before he climbs on top of me taking me the way he desires. I picture him losing control and wrapping his hands around my neck, choking me until I see black. I shut my eyes briefly, and only open them when I feel his hands glide up my leg. Shivers cascade down my body pooling between my thighs, my pussy clenches around my fingerswhile heat floods through me, as if I were in an inferno. Perspiration beads at the nape of my neck, my legs are shaking as his touch grows insistent. His touch is gentle until he reaches my upper thigh, his fingers firmly dig into my flesh, forcefully spreading my legs further apart. He removes my hands from my pussy before continuing his exploration on my body.

"You're so wet for me Lina," he groans, reaching under my ass and bringing me closer to his face until he can slowly lick my cunt. He growls almost instantly and begins licking and sucking my clit so vigorously, like he's never had a meal in his life. The music from the nightclub are whispers compared to the music he's playing with my body. I dig my heels into his back, not caring that the heel of my 4-inch pumps is digging into him.

"Y-yes, don't stop." I moan, my hands rake through the long strands of his hair, gripping as he continues devouring me. He pumps a finger in and then two, stretching me while putting pressure on my clit, in and out, as my hips thrust in response until I'm riding his face to the point that I forget how to breathe. I moan out his name as a wave of pleasure hits me like the shore during a storm.

"Fuck, you taste as sweet as I've imagined you'd taste, Dolcezza. Fuck. This tight little cunt is the most delicious fucking meal I've ever devoured." Enzo licks my cunt one last time, and places gentle kisses on my flesh as he climbs up my body, the mere touch of his hands send a warming shiver through me. His firm and persuasive touch, seems toinvite me to reciprocate. He leans in, licking my upper lip before placing a soft kiss on my lips. I can taste myself, the sweetness mixed with a hint of saltiness off his tongue, it just fuels my desire for him to continue kissing me. My hips thrust against his hard length, not wanting to stop as we continue our passionate embrace.

I whimper against his lips and he grasps my waist maneuvering me so that I'm straddling his lap once more.

"Use me Princess, rub that sweet cunt on me. Take your pleasure. Make a mess of me." He whispers guiding me with his hands on my hips. Grinding me on his covered cock, it doesn't take long before I get to the point of ecstasy once more.

"Fuck, Enzo," I moan as the explosion of my second orgasm hits me with more intensity than the first, his cock twitches under me, fueling the confidence that's never been there enough to want to please him the way he did.

"Dolcezza," he groans, digging his face on the crock of my neck, and placing gentle kisses on my neck and shoulder. Humming with pleasure and contentment, he wraps his arms around me while rubbing soothing circles on my back. I shut my eyes, loving the feeling of being in his arms, but wanting to taste him the way he tasted me.

That's all I think about as I get off of him, placing both knees on the floor of this office. He doesn't remove my hands, as I roam the hard muscles of his chest over his shirt, the indents of his abs noticeable beneath his blouse as I continue to explore. I reach his bulge and firmly rub against his length, feeling him shudder at my touch as I grip him through his pants. Feeling every inch and just wanting more. I'm practically salivating for more. Slowly I unzip his pants, looking up at those savory, brown eyes, as he studies me with an encouraging gaze. He lifts his body, giving me the ability to pull down the black pants and boxers that were blocking my way.

His cock is long, veiny with the head red with need. The girth of him barely allows my hand to wrap around him fully. My eyes remain fixed on him as I explore his length. The pre-cum glistening on the tip is evidence on how much he wants me, wants this. I lick the sensitive head, savoring the salty flavor that floods my mouth and takes over my senses. I trace his shaft from base to tip as I continue teasing him with my touch like I would a popsicle. I want to make a mess of him so I spit on his length and wrap my lips around his crown. Slowly testing the feeling of having my mouth full of his cock. Inch by inch, I push my mouth further down until he reaches the back of my throat. I gag as mascara mixes with the tears from my eyes.Spit drips from my mouth as I push past my limits while he groans in pleasure. His control is slowly snapping, because of me. That's the only confidence boost I need to continue, and make it messy. The slick, slurping sound coming from my lips, mixing with the sounds of his moans, has me feral for him.

After taking my punishment, and after having him taste me the way he did, I'll finally get my reward. Him .

"Fuck, you look so good on your knees for me. Is this what you wanted? My hands on your body and my cock in your mouth, Princess?" He groans. His hands make their way to my hair, pulling it in a makeshift ponytail with his grip being the hair tie.

"You dirty little slut. You're taking my cock so fucking well." His hips thrust at a rapid pace holding me down on his length. Breathing through my nose I let him get lost in the pleasure. I take every violent thrust with eagerness.

"Fuuuck, Lina. I'm going to come." His voice comes out raspy. My heart flutters because he's giving me the choice. The few times I've ever gone down on a man, I always stopped, not wanting to taste any part of them more than I already had to. Allowing them to come on my body or in their hand before ever wanting to be claimed in this way. At this moment, however, I don't move. I continue bobbing my head up and down his length until I feel his cock twitch and his warm cum fill my mouth. I moan as the taste of him fills me. I swallow every drop of his seed, savoring the taste.

I'm already addicted to the way he lost control with me.

"You're perfect," He whispers, gently running his thumb across my bottom lip, removing the saliva mixed with his release. I am so fucked, he makes me feel powerful, even just kneeling before him is addicting. I feel seen and protected, as if I could do anything with him by my side. The lingering taste of him on my tongue leaves me craving more. I don't want this night to end.

"Let's get you home Princess," He murmurs gently, placing a soft kiss on my lips. I moan, eagerly parting my lipsto deepen the kiss. The intermingling of his taste on my tongue and my taste on his has me whimpering.

"We taste perfect together. We need to get you back before I fuck you here all night until you're covered in bruises and can't walk for a week."

"Let's stay then," I whimper, still on my knees not able to stand knowing full well my knees would give out if I tried.

"Don't tempt me, Lina. You're mine now." He commands.

"Yes, Sir."

And You're mine .