Bend Me, Daddy

Enzo

It took every ounce of willpower I had not to throw Sera into the back of the SUV and take her right there in the fucking parking lot. I could still

smell her on my fingers, and my cock was about to burst out of its skin. But instead, I gritted my teeth and drove her back to the hotel. I didn't want to rush this. And I wanted her alone where we wouldn't be interrupted.

As soon as we were inside, I closed the door and locked it. I wanted to throw her against the wall and fuck her until she screamed, but I could see she was nervous again, so I held myself in check. Barely.

Sera walked straight over to the windows and stared out at the lights of the city, a steel rod in her back, though she tried to appear at ease.

I glanced around the room, taking inventory of anything she might steal so I could retrieve it later. Speaking of which..." Where is my watch?"

"It's in my bag." But she made no move to get it, so I went over to the chair where I'd dropped it and dug around until I found it. I slid it into the pocket of my slacks. I'd just be taking it off again soon. Looking back over her shoulder, she asked, "Is this where you live all the time? In a hotel, I mean?"

Taking off my coat, I tossed it onto the chair and set my sunglasses on the desk. "When I'm not on duty, yeah. And those times are few and far between, so it doesn't make sense to pay rent or a mortgage every month on a place I'll barely see and wouldn't be able to take care of." Also, I liked to move around. I didn't have an army of guards to watch my back, and it was better that way. Less obvious. But it also made me an open target. I helped her take off her coat, laying it over mine. "Would you like a drink? Some wine? Whiskey?"

"Whiskey would be great," she told me without taking her eyes from the view.

Before I walked away, I leaned toward her and inhaled. Coconut. And something on her skin that reminded me of tropical flowers. A lotion, maybe. She smelled like warmth and sunshine. Like she should be lying on a beach somewhere, listening to the ocean pound away at the shore and drinking something frozen with an umbrella in it. Pulling myself away, I went to make our drinks and brought hers over to her. "Here you go."

"Thank you." She still wouldn't look at me. Just took the glass from my hand and held it in front of her. After a moment, she took a sip. Then another.

I stood beside her, staring down at her perfect profile. Then I set my glass down on the desk and reached for her hair.

"What are you doing?"

"Taking out these stupid pigtails." I tugged on the elastic bands until her pink hair tumbled around her face and down over her shoulders. Running my fingers through the strands, I untangled the knots until it fell in soft, loose curls. The scent of her shampoo filled the space between us. "Why the pink?" It wasn't that I didn't like it. I did. It suited her. I was just curious why she'd chosen it.

"Because my father hates the color. Especially on me."

"I like the color on you."

She met my eyes in the reflection, and then quickly looked away. She didn't complain when I continued to run my fingers through her hair, just stood quietly, allowing me to do what I willed and taking sips of her drink every few seconds. I wanted to feel those soft strands brushing my bare skin, and I'd given her enough time to accept what was going to happen tonight. Taking the glass from her, I set it on the desk beside mine. She became very still, but didn't protest as she watched me in the reflection with big eyes. Finding the zipper on the back of her silver dress, I pulled it down, slowly revealing the creamy skin beneath. Sliding my hands up her back and over her bra straps, I pushed it off her shoulders. "Don't do that," I told her when she tried to hold it up in the front.

"People will see," she protested.

"Let them," I ordered. I didn't tell her that these windows were reflective on the outside so no one could see in, even at night. I didn't say anything else, just waited to see if she would obey me.

Hands shaking so hard I could see them in the window, she lowered her arms and let the dress fall to the floor until she stood in nothing but her black bra, black ruffled panties, black over-the-knee-stockings, and heels. Her breasts rose and fell sharply with each anxious breath, and her hands fisted at her sides.

I unhooked her bra in the back and slid the straps off her shoulders and down her arms until it joined her dress pooled at her feet. Staring at our reflection in the window, I stepped into her and wrapped my arms around her from behind, holding her to me. She fit against me perfectly in her heels, the top of her head coming to just beneath my jaw.

Her breasts were beautiful, fuller on the bottom with slightly upturned nipples, as if they were begging for my mouth. I covered them with my hands, hefting their weight and feeling her nipples pebble against my palm as I squeezed the supple flesh. Sera's eyes closed as she leaned back against me.

"Open your eyes, Sera. I want you to see me touching you."

She did as she was told, her eyes slightly dazed as they watched my hands on her. Her paler skin contrasted against my olive tones as I left one hand on her breast and slid the other down her soft stomach to the waistline of her panties. Sliding beneath the band, I found her with my fingers. "So soft," I whispered. "So wet. Shall I fuck you against this window for the whole world to see, Sera?"

She shook her head.

"No? Why not?"

"Because I don't want them to see."

"Why not? You're mine now. Everyone should know that."

She sucked in a breath as I found the hard little nub hidden between the sweet folds of her pussy. "Because it should be something private."

"What? Us having sex? Or your naked body?"

"Both."

I buried my nose in her hair and closed my eyes, listening as her breaths became shorter, punctuated by soft moans. Despite her protests, her hands dug into my thighs, and she pressed herself against my fingers, much as she had at the restaurant. This time, I cupped her in my palm and ground the heel of my hand against her clit as I slid the tip of my middle finger inside of her sweet body. "So fucking tight," I murmured into her hair. A fresh surge of blood hardened my cock at the thought of sliding into that wet heat.

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My self-control was hanging by a thread as I pushed her ruffled panties down over her hips and thighs until they fell at her feet. Then I straightened and stared at the picture of perfection before me.

She was a goddess born onto this earth to drive us mortal men to our knees. Soft and curvy, with that perfect face, an elegant neck, luscious breasts and hips that were made for a man to hang onto as he drove his cock into her tight pussy. Her legs were perfectly formed and sexy as all hell in heels and stockings. But she was right. This was not something I wanted anyone else to see.

With a possessive growl, I lifted her in my arms and carried her into the bedroom, where I laid her carefully on the white comforter. Light from the living room came through the open bedroom door. Enough that I could see her clearly. And my eyes never left her as I removed my tie and unbuttoned my shirt, ripping it from my shoulders. Kicking off my shoes, my hands went to the waistband of my slacks.

The entire time I undressed, Sera's wide eyes wandered over my body, searing my skin everywhere they touched. My nostrils flared as I watched her rub her legs together, seeking relief, and fisting the bed cover in her hands when she couldn't find it.

I slowed down when the only thing left was my boxer briefs, debated leaving them on in a vain effort to control myself just a little bit longer, and then decided it was a lost cause and kicked them off.

Grabbing Sera by the ankles, I pulled her to the end of the bed and removed her heels before rolling down each stocking in turn. Jesus, even her feet were pretty. Her toes painted a dusky pink to match her hair.

When there was nothing left to come between us, I started at the arch of her foot and licked and kissed my way up one leg. She tried to block me by keeping them pressed together, but it was way too late for that. "Open your legs, Sera." "Enzo, please..."

"OPEN THEM." Lifting my head, I stared her down until she did as I asked, letting her knees drop open. "Thank you." My eyes traveled over her body and I lowered my head to continue what I was doing... What the fuck??