Bend Me, Daddy

I kept my eyes averted and shook my head, silent tears sliding freely down my cheeks as I struggled with what I knew was right and what my body craved. My back began to ache from holding myself so stiff as I waited to see what he would do next.

Seconds ticked by, and I could sense his own inner struggle. Then, with a sound like something I imagined an animal would make, his free hand wrapped itself in my hair and he forcefully turned my head until the head of his cock rubbed my lips. I kept them pressed shut, refusing to take him into my mouth as he stroked himself.

"Eyes up here," he ordered. His voice was low and strained. When I didn't immediately comply, he tightened his grip in my hair until I winced from the pain and opened my eyes.

As soon as they met his, he bared his teeth in a snarl and his fist started pumping his cock faster. I watched, fascinated by the waves of pleasure and pain and... was that shame?... that burned within them. I saw his frustration. His fury that I wouldn't do what he wanted. What he needed. His breaths came faster and harder, his mouth falling open and his chest heaving. The tribal tattoos covering his left pec and shoulder seeming to writhe across his skin as the muscle underneath tensed and released with his grip on my hair.

And the entire time, he held my eyes with his, drawing me into the act whether I wanted to be there or not. My nipples hardened and rubbed against the material of my dress, and there was an ache between my thighs, somewhere between pleasure and pain, that made me want to squeeze them together. I kept my hands fisted at my sides, refusing to touch myself, even though it nearly killed me.

I felt moisture on my lips, and without thinking about it, I licked it away, tasting the musky saltiness of the pre-cum dripping from the slit at the tip of his cock. I moaned when it coated my tongue, wanting to taste more of him despite my own stubborn refusal to do so.

Enzo clenched his jaw so hard muscles popped out at the hinge, the fire in his eyes searing my very soul as he slid his fist faster and faster up and down the length of his cock. The head jabbed me in the mouth as he rocked his hips and pulled my head forward as if I was sucking him.

Unable to take the intensity of his gaze any longer, I dropped my eyes just in time to see his stomach muscles tighten and release repeatedly as my name escaped his lips. A second later, I shut them tight as something warm, thick, and wet hit me in the face, covering my mouth and chin to run down my neck and drip down my chest into my cleavage.

When it was done, I thought he would release his grip on my hair, but he didn't. Instead, he held my head still as he smeared his cum across my closed lips with his fingers. Then he pushed his thumb between my lips until he pressed against my teeth, forcing me to taste him again. He rubbed it into the skin of my jaw, my throat, and across my chest, dipping his fingers into my cleavage before bringing them back up to my lips.

"You're mine, Sera." The words were whispered, and there was a slight tremor to his voice, almost like he was afraid if he said them too loud I would up and disappear right out from in front of him.

He let go of my hair, and I blinked my eyes open, staring at his hands as he zipped himself back up into his pants. He went into the bathroom and came out a few seconds later with a fluffy white hand towel.

I hadn't moved. I was still on my knees beside the bed with my hands clenched into fists and my back screaming from fighting him. Enzo kneeled in front of me and gently wiped away what semen remained on my skin. I wouldn't look at him. I couldn't. I couldn't even cry anymore. I was horrified at what just happened. Embarrassed. And in some weird kind of post-traumatic numbness or something. But in the back of my mind, I felt how wet I was and how sensitive my nipples were, aching for him to touch me. I've never had a man react like this toward me, and I didn't know how to handle it. Nothing in my life had prepared me to be the recipient of such raw, animalistic need.

"I want to go home," I whispered when I found my voice, still keeping my eyes down. My face was on fire. I needed to be alone so I could process what just happened and how I felt about it, because while a part of me was embarrassed and disgusted and felt used, another part of me was more turned on then I've ever been in my life. If he asked me right now to strip and lie on the bed so he could lick me all over, I honestly didn't know that I would have the willpower to keep fighting him.

He rubbed his hand gently over the top of my head, smoothing my hair as I felt his eyes search my face. "Sera... I..." He paused. "There's no need to feel ashamed." When I didn't respond, he helped me to my feet and held out his hand. "Come

on."

I allowed him to help me up, my mind racing. Was he going to let me leave? Or was he going to lock me up in this hotel room?

Instead of taking me out of the room, he sat me on the bed. And as he turned to sit beside me, I could see that he was still hard. Quickly, I averted my eyes, staring down at the navy-blue carpet.

"I would like you to listen to the terms of my offer," he told me. "Sera. Look at me."

Slowly, I turned my head and met his gaze.

His brown eyes had lost a little of their fire, but not all of it. He still looked at me like he was a starving man. Like he owned me now. "You're in my blood. And even after what happened here tonight, I want more. I want you to be mine, and only mine, until we can get... whatever the fuck this is... out of our system."

"What if I don't want you?"

One side of his mouth lifted in a hint of a smirk. "Am I ugly to you?"

I wanted to lie and say yes, but I couldn't. Not with him looking straight through me the way he was. "No," I told him.

"Are you attracted to me physically?"