16. Safe with Daddy

CHAPTER 16

SAFE WITH DADDY

The California sun beat down on Enzo as he jogged along the beach, sweat glistening on his toned body. It had been six months since he and Matteo left Chicago, trading the gritty urban landscape for the laid-back coastal lifestyle of Santa Barbara.

Enzo slowed to a walk, catching his breath as he neared their beachfront bungalow. He smiled, seeing Matteo on the deck, fresh from the shower with just a towel slung low on his hips.

"Enjoy your run, baby?" Matteo called out, eyes raking appreciatively over Enzo's form.

"Mmm, not as much as I'm enjoying the view right now," Enzo purred, climbing the steps to the deck. He pressed against Matteo, not caring that he was sweaty and sandy. "You know, I was just thinking about how I could use a shower..."

Matteo growled low in his throat, hands gripping Enzo's hips with bruising force. "Is that so? Well, we can't have you all dirty, can we, little one?" His voice dropped an octave, taking on the stern tone that never failed to make Enzo shiver. "But naughty boys don't get to decide when they get clean. Do they?"

Enzo's breath hitched, feeling himself slip easily into his submissive headspace. "No, Daddy," he whispered, eyes downcast in a show of deference that was only partly an act.

"Look at me when you speak, brat," Matteo commanded, tilting Enzo's chin up with a firm hand. "Now, what do naughty boys get?"

Enzo met Matteo's gaze, his own eyes wide and innocent. "They get punished, Daddy."

"That's right," Matteo purred, his approval sending a thrill through Enzo. "And you've been very naughty, haven't you? Teasing Daddy, prancing around all sweaty and dirty..."

Their lips met in a heated kiss, months of peaceful domesticity doing nothing to dampen the passion between them. Matteo lifted Enzo easily, the younger man's legs wrapping around his waist as he carried them inside.

The shower was steamy in more ways than one as hands roamed familiar bodies, relearning every curve and plane. Enzo gasped as Matteo pressed him against the cool tiles, his lover's cock hard against his thigh.

"Please, Daddy," Enzo whimpered, falling deeper into the dynamic they both craved. "Need you so bad. Want to be good for you."

Matteo's hand found Enzo's throat, applying just enough pressure to make the younger man's pulse race. "You want to be good? Then take your punishment like a good boy." With his free hand, he delivered a sharp smack to Enzo's ass, the sound echoing in the confined space.

Enzo yelped, more in surprise than pain, his cock twitching with interest. "Thank you, Daddy," he breathed. "May I have another?"

Matteo's eyes darkened with lust and approval. "Such a good boy for Daddy," he murmured, delivering another stinging slap. "Count them out loud. I want to hear that pretty voice."

What followed was a delicious mix of pain and pleasure as Matteo alternated between spanking Enzo's reddening ass and stroking his aching cock. By the time they reached ten, Enzo was a writhing, whimpering mess, tears of frustration and arousal streaming down his face.

"Please, Daddy," he begged, past caring how desperate he sounded. "I've been good, haven't I? Please fuck me, use me, anything. I'm yours."

Matteo spun Enzo around, pressing him face-first against the cool tiles. He kicked Enzo's legs apart, his large hands roaming possessively over the younger man's body. "Look at you, presenting yourself like a bitch in heat," he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. "Is this what you want, baby? To be used and fucked like the little slut you are?"

Enzo nodded frantically, pushing his ass back against Matteo's hard length. "Yes, Daddy. Please. I need it so bad."

With a growl, Matteo lined himself up and pushed in slowly, savoring the tight heat of Enzo's body. Both men groaned at the sensation, the familiar stretch and fullness overwhelming in its intensity.

"Fuck, baby," Matteo grunted, bottoming out. "So tight for me, always so perfect. Such a good boy for Daddy."

He set a punishing pace, one hand gripping Enzo's hip hard enough to bruise while the other wrapped around his throat, applying just enough pressure to make Enzo's head swim. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in the steamy bathroom, punctuated by Enzo's desperate moans and Matteo's low grunts.

"Touch yourself," Matteo commanded, his thrusts never faltering. "Want to feel you come on my cock, baby. Show Daddy how good I make you feel."

Enzo obeyed instantly, his hand flying to his neglected cock. It only took a few strokes before he was coming hard, crying out Matteo's name as his body clenched around his lover's length.

The tight pulsing of Enzo's orgasm triggered Matteo's own release. He buried himself deep, filling Enzo with pulse after pulse of heat as he bit down on the younger man's shoulder to muffle his groan.

They stayed like that for a long moment, both panting and trembling in the afterglow. Finally, Matteo eased out gently, turning Enzo to face him. His demeanor softened immediately, shifting from dominant to caretaker as he cupped Enzo's face tenderly, pressing soft kisses to his forehead, his cheeks, his lips.

"You did so well, baby," he murmured, his voice full of pride and love. "So perfect for me. Let's get you cleaned up and then we'll have some cuddle time, okay?"

Enzo nodded, feeling soft and pliant in his post-orgasmic haze. "Yes, Daddy," he whispered, nuzzling into Matteo's chest. "Love you so much."

They took their time washing each other, hands roaming with a mix of tenderness and rekindling desire. As Matteo massaged shampoo into Enzo's scalp, the younger man couldn't help but push back against him, feeling his lover's cock starting to harden again.

"Someone's getting greedy," Matteo chuckled, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down Enzo's spine. "Didn't Daddy just take care of you, little one?"

Enzo turned in Matteo's arms, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes. "But Daddy," he pouted, deliberately pitching his voice higher, more childlike, "I'm still dirty. Don't you want to make sure I'm all clean?"

Matteo's eyes darkened, his grip on Enzo's hips tightening. "Careful, brat," he warned, though there was a hint of amusement in his tone. "You know what happens to little boys who push their luck."

Enzo grinned, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Maybe I want to push my luck," he teased, grinding against Matteo's growing erection. "Maybe I need a reminder of who's in charge."

With a growl, Matteo spun Enzo around, pinning him face-first against the shower wall. "Is that what you want, baby?" he murmured, his breath hot against Enzo's ear. "Want Daddy to show you who you belong to?"

"Yes," Enzo gasped, arching back into Matteo's solid warmth. "Please, Daddy. Need you so bad."

Matteo's hand came down hard on Enzo's ass, the sting amplified by the water still cascading over them. "Such a needy little slut," he growled, delivering another sharp smack. "Can't even go five minutes without begging for Daddy's cock, can you?"

Enzo whimpered, the pain blurring deliciously into pleasure. "No, Daddy," he admitted, pushing his ass out for more. "Need you all the time. Want to be full of you always."

"Fuck, baby," Matteo groaned, his control slipping. He lined himself up, pushing into Enzo's still-sensitive hole in one smooth thrust. "So perfect for me. Taking Daddy's cock so well."

The pace this time was slower, more deliberate. Matteo took his time, angling his thrusts to hit Enzo's prostate with unerring accuracy. His hand found its way to Enzo's throat again, applying just enough pressure to make the younger man's head swim with pleasure.

"Who do you belong to?" Matteo demanded, his voice rough with exertion and arousal.

"You, Daddy," Enzo gasped, struggling to form words through the haze of pleasure. "Only you. Always you."

"That's right," Matteo growled, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he neared his peak. "You're mine, baby. All mine. No one else gets to see you like this, gets to have you like this."

Enzo nodded frantically, beyond words now. He was lost in sensation, in the feeling of Matteo filling him so perfectly, claiming him so completely.

"Come for me," Matteo commanded, his hand moving from Enzo's throat to wrap around his cock. "Show Daddy how good I make you feel."

It only took a few strokes before Enzo was coming again, his cry of pleasure echoing off the shower walls. Matteo followed soon after, burying himself deep as he filled Enzo with another load of hot cum.

They stayed like that for a long moment, both panting and trembling. Finally, Matteo eased out gently, turning Enzo to face him. He cupped the younger man's face tenderly, pressing soft kisses to his lips.

"You okay, baby?" he murmured, concern evident in his voice. "Was that too much?"

Enzo shook his head, a blissed-out smile on his face. "No, Daddy," he whispered. "It was perfect. You're perfect."

They finished their shower, trading gentle touches and soft kisses. As they dried off, Matteo wrapped Enzo in a fluffy towel, pulling him close.

"How about we take this to the bedroom?" he suggested, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "I don't think I'm done with you yet, little one."

Enzo's eyes widened in mock surprise. "But Daddy," he pouted, playing up the innocent act, "I thought you said I was clean now."

Matteo chuckled, swatting Enzo's towel-covered ass playfully. "Oh, baby," he purred, "I'm going to make you so dirty all over again."

They tumbled onto the bed, laughing and kissing. This time, their lovemaking was slower, more tender. Matteo took his time opening Enzo up, using his fingers and tongue to drive the younger man wild with pleasure.

"Please, Daddy," Enzo whimpered, writhing on the sheets. "Need you inside me. Want to feel you."

Matteo obliged, sliding home with a groan of satisfaction. He set a languid pace, savoring every thrust, every gasp and moan from his lover.

"So beautiful," he murmured, peppering Enzo's face with kisses. "My perfect boy. Love you so much, baby."

Enzo wrapped his legs around Matteo's waist, pulling him closer. "Love you too, Daddy," he breathed. "More than anything."

They moved together, bodies in perfect sync, until the pleasure became too much to bear. Enzo came first, untouched, clenching around Matteo's length. The tight pulsing of his body triggered Matteo's own release, filling Enzo for the third time that day.

As they lay tangled together in the afterglow, trading soft kisses and gentle caresses, both men felt the deep, unshakeable bond between them. Their dynamic might involve power exchange and discipline, but at its core, it was built on trust, love, and a profound understanding of each other's needs.

"Thank you," Enzo murmured, nuzzling into Matteo's chest. "For everything. For loving me, for taking care of me."

Matteo pressed a kiss to the top of Enzo's head, holding him close. "Always, baby," he promised. "You're my everything. My brat, my lover, my heart. I'll always be here to take care of you, to love you. No matter what."

They spent the rest of the day in bed, making love slowly and tenderly, reaffirming their bond. As the sun set, casting a warm glow over their entwined bodies, Enzo realized that this – this love, this connection – was all he'd ever truly wanted.

"What do you say we make it official?" Matteo asked suddenly, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at Enzo.

Enzo's breath caught in his throat. "What do you mean?"

Matteo smiled, reaching over to the nightstand and pulling out a small velvet box. "I mean, Enzo Ricci, will you marry me? Spend the rest of your life with me, building this beautiful thing we've found together?"

Tears sprang to Enzo's eyes as Matteo opened the box, revealing a simple but elegant platinum band. "Yes," he breathed, pulling Matteo down for a passionate kiss. "Yes, a thousand times yes."

As Matteo slipped the ring onto Enzo's finger, both men felt a sense of rightness settle over them. They had faced danger, overcome their pasts, and built a new life together. Now, they were taking the next step, committing to a future filled with love, trust, and endless possibility.

The enforcer and his brat had found their happily ever after, not in the glittering world of organized crime, but in the simple, profound love they shared. Whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them as they had faced everything else – side by side, stronger together than they ever could be apart.