So I pull him deeper into my throat, until he’s exploding his hot thick cum coating my throat.
He pulls back and stares at me suspiciously.
“You’re tougher than I thought.”
I smile as I lick my lips, loving the salty taste in my mouth.
“I’ve had a lot of practice.” That was anything but punishment for me.
His body hardens at my comment. I see his hands fist and the thick vein in his neck pops. He hates that any other man has ever touched me. He hates that he sees me as damaged goods.
“Stop looking at me like that,” I say.
“Like what?”
“Like I’m damaged. I’m not. Finish your punishment.”
“That was the easy part,” he warns. And I have no doubt he means it.
I nod, preparing my body for more invasion.
“Strip,” he commands.
I’ve been naked in front of this man before, but it was never leading anywhere. This time it is, and I’m terrified of what he will think of my body.
He raises an eyebrow while he waits for me. He tucks himself back into his jeans but doesn’t do them back up. He wants the inequality between us. He’ll be clothed, while I’ll be naked.
I grab the hem of my shirt and lift it over my head. My nipples instantly point in his direction. I didn’t wear a bra, and right now I regret that I don’t have another layer of protection between him and me.
He exhales at my naked chest, and I see the appreciation in his eyes instead of the disgust he should feel at my scars. It gives me the courage to remove my jeans and underwear until I’m naked in front of him.
Enzo was angry and mad at what I did when we first entered this room, but now that he remembers what I’ve been through, I can see his anger dissipate.
“Don’t—don’t feel sorry for me. Punish me; I deserve it.”
He growls.
“You’re right. You do.”
I walk toward him and grab the waistband of his jeans to strip him, but his hand grabs my wrist and stops me.
“No, down on the floor on all fours.”
My eyes widen. Is he really going to take me the first time while I’m on all fours like an animal? I won’t even be able to look him in the eyes.
I reluctantly get down on my hands and knees, my ass in the air. What have I gotten myself into?
I feel his warm hand at my ass as he kneels next to me. This is it. The moment my life changes again.
I close my eyes, preparing for the intrusion. I’m wet from sucking him, but I’m not sure it’s enough to ease the pain I know is coming.
I jerk forward, but not from his cock entering me, but from his hand meeting the flesh of my ass.
I don’t make a sound. I’m used to holding in any signs of pain. I know Jarod used to get hard at any sign of distress he knew he caused me, and I won’t let Enzo get the same pleasure.
“You’re so used to pain, aren’t you? You don’t even react to the sting.”
He swats my ass again, this time the sting spreads, and I can’t help but let my eyes water. I could stop the feeling of the pain. I know how. Just lock myself away. But do I want to?