Bend Me, Daddy

One side of his mouth lifted in the closest thing to a smile I'd yet to see on him. "I think I'll be able to talk you into it."

I said nothing, lest he think that was what I wanted. I needed a little time to process. "This is all just so weird for me." "I know," he told me, then he reached over and shut off the water. "But right now, we're just going to take a bath." "We?"

Standing up, he held out his hand.

Mine was still shaking when I reached out to take it.

Enzo gripped my hand tight and pulled me up, then assisted me into the tub, waiting patiently as I eased myself down into the hot water. On his command, I scooted forward and wrapped my arms around my knees as he climbed in behind me, watching the water nearly slosh over the sides as he sat down with a long leg on either side of me.

"Come here." Large, warm hands gripped my shoulders and eased me down until my back was against his chest. His erection was hard against my ass, but he just sighed and wrapped his arms around me.

Gradually, I felt my tense muscles relax. I let my head fall back to rest on the front of his shoulder. His heart beat strong and steady against my back, and his breathing was even in my ear. We sat there in the quiet until my eyes began to close, the life-changing events of the evening beginning to catch up to me. But my mind was racing. "Are you going to tell my father where I am?" "No." "Never?"

"Not ever, Sera."

"Do you promise?" I asked sleepily.

"I promise," he swore. "You don't ever have to go back there." There was a fierceness in his tone that calmed my fears. I believed him. "You're mine now," he said softly. "Only mine, Sera. He would have to kill me before I allowed him to take you from me."

"Okay," I whispered. For the first time in a long time, my mind was at ease. Despite everything, I felt safe, far beyond the reach of my father. I took a shuddering breath, and felt his arms tighten around me. This part wasn't so bad. "Okay," he repeated quietly. He paused. "How about we talk about why you showed up at my door as an escort when you were a virgin."

"That should be obvious."

"Let's pretend it's not."

"So you could do exactly what you did tonight."

"Why?"

"Because if I was no longer a virgin, I wouldn't be as valuable to my father."

"And if it wasn't me?"

"Then I would've found someone else to do the deed."

He was quiet then, but I felt him tense behind me. I wasn't sure why that made him so upset. We barely knew each other, despite the fact that we'd just had sex.

He inhaled and exhaled heavily, then he lifted my arms from the water and placed my hands on either side of the tub. "Keep these here." Once he knew I would do as he told me, his hands moved to my breasts. Cupping the weight of them in his palms, he lifted them from the water. My nipples immediately hardened in the cold air, and he ran the pads of his thumbs over them, sending a sensation of heat straight to my core. "I don't like the idea of anyone else seeing you like this." He squeezed my breasts. "I'm the only one who gets to do that from now on."

Again, I stayed quiet. He felt like a lit fuse beneath me, and I was afraid to say anything for fear of detonating the bomb currently wrapped around me in the bathtub.

I sucked in a quick breath when he tweaked both nipples between his fingers, then I watched, fascinated, as he squeezed both breasts until they overflowed his palms. "Open your legs for me," he ordered, and there was a deep huskiness to his voice I recognized.

I kept my voice as quiet as his. "Enzo, please. I'm still sore."

"I know, baby. It's okay. I won't hurt you again. Open your legs for me."

Hesitantly, I allowed my bent knees to drop to the sides of the tub. "Good girl."

He said it right in my ear, and I shivered. His mouth moved down to the side of my throat. He found the artery there and ran his tongue along it, slowly, like a vampire savoring his next meal, and I wondered if he could feel how hard my heart was beating. Soft, wet kisses traveled down my neck until he found the muscle between my neck and shoulder. He sank his teeth into me at the same time he pinched my nipples and I moaned, my hips lifting of their own accord. Holding me still with his bite, one hand slid over my stomach and down between my legs. Instinctively, I tried to close them, but when I heard his low growl of displeasure, I froze, then allowed them to fall open again.

His long, thick fingers found my folds and slid between them. I closed my eyes and moaned when he found my clit, rolling it gently between his fingers. Simultaneously, he did the same with my nipple, his fingers gentle where I was sore and a little rougher where I wasn't, until I was gasping for air and the muscles low in my core were tightening with pleasure.

He released my shoulder and ran his tongue over the skin where his teeth had been embedded just to the point of pain, before kissing his way back up to my ear. "I want to fuck you again, Sera." To emphasize his words, he rolled his hips beneath me, sliding his cock along the crack of my ass.

A whimper escaped my throat, part fear and part desire as he played me like a fine instrument.

"I want to, but I really don't want to hurt you again." He sounded torn between what he knew was right and the needs of his body. "You're so fucking perfect." One hand still teasing my nipples, his fingers slid lower between my legs until one fingertip pressed inside of me.

I flinched. I couldn't help it. It still hurt. "Shhhh," he soothed, pulling his finger out and finding my clit again.

My muscles tensed from the attempted invasion, and it took me a minute to relax enough to feel the pleasure again. But he was patient, touching me so perfectly I began to wonder if there was a book out there somewhere on how to seduce timid virgins. Soon, my hips were rising and falling with each wave of painful pleasure that tightened and released low in my womb. My hands were gripping the sides of the tub so hard my fingers were beginning to hurt. And my body was aching for more. More of his mouth. More of his touch. More of the dirty things he was saying softly in my ear.

Lifting up, I ran my ass down the length of his cock, causing water to slosh up over the sides of the tub. Enzo groaned, his fingers moving faster on my clit and his other hand tightening on my breast. I did it again, fascinated with the sounds he made even as the waves of pleasure grew closer and closer until I was teetering on the edge of another orgasm.

Suddenly, he stopped, and I cried out in frustration before I could stop myself. His hand cupped my pussy, one fingertip teasing my entrance as my clit throbbed with need. "Enzo, please!"

He moved his hand, finding the perfect spot unerringly, working me up until my legs were shaking and my pussy throbbed.

Then he stopped, and I moaned.

"Do you want to come?" His voice was dark.

"Yes," I whispered. "Please, Enzo."

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"I'll let you come, baby. But I need to be inside of you when you do it." His fingers barely brushed my clit, but my hips jumped up like a snake bit my ass. Cupping my pussy again, he used his grip to lift me up higher on his body and I felt the head of his cock probing my ass. "This will be mine, too," he warned. "But not tonight."

He couldn't possibly mean....

My thought was cut off when the length of him slid between my folds and Enzo groaned like he was in pain. "Enzo-"

"Shhh... I'll go easy."

He lifted me again, and I felt him use his fingers to push his cock into position. Slowly and carefully, he lowered me down. I bit my lip as he stretched my sore passage wide, not stopping until he was fully sheathed inside of me. "Jesus Christ, Sera." His breaths were fast and heavy.

He was so deep, I felt like he was touching the bottom of my stomach. This time, I didn't feel the sharp pinch of pain when he breached my virginity, but a milder burning pain all throughout. "Enzo, please. It hurts."

"It won't hurt for long, baby." Holding perfectly still inside of me, he found my clit again. I was so sensitive, he barely had to touch me and everything clenched tight. "I fucking felt that," he said between heavy breaths. "Do it again, baby." The warm water and my own fluids kept me slick for him as he began to move his fingers faster and harder. His arm tightened around my chest as my hips began to move of their own accord, rocking back and forth in rhythm with the waves of pleasure deep inside of me. His name left my lips, still begging. Not for him to stop this time, but to finish what he started.

"That's it, baby. That's it." His words of encouragement were hot in my ear. "Come for me, Sera."

As if I was just waiting for his command, my womb tightened to the point of pain and then toppled me over the edge. I convulsed on his lap, unable to hold still, and heard his grunts in my ear as he slammed into me with short, hard thrusts. Once, twice, three times until the heel of his hand pressed down on my pussy, holding me still as his cock pulsed inside of me and I knew he was coming. He sank his teeth into my shoulder again as his big body shuddered beneath me. Afterward, we sat like that for a long time, his cock still inside of me and still half hard. With lazy strokes, he learned the curves of my body, touching me everywhere he could reach until the water grew cold. Carefully, he lifted me off of him and then helped me stand up. We moved from the tub to the shower, and starting with my hair, he washed me with firm, gentle hands before scrubbing himself clean as I watched. I was swiftly losing my shyness about being naked around him. It was almost impossible to feel insecure around this man when he openly worshiped every single part of me with his hands and mouth and words.

When we finished, he put me in his bed and curled his big body around mine, holding me tightly to him even in sleep.

I lay awake for a long time, unsure of what to feel. Part of me felt safe and snug and protected. But the other part, the one that fought so hard to get free of my father, wanted to bolt from the room and catch the next plane to anywhere. Just as long as it was away from this man.

However, why did I have the gut feeling there wasn't anywhere I could go now where he wouldn't find me?