Bend Me, Daddy

Hell, I'd even miss the way she wasn't afraid to stand up to me. Very few men had the balls to do that, and yet this little girl had pulled my own gun on me. And she probably would've shot me, too, if I hadn't gotten it away from her. I turned my hand so that my palm was cupping the side of her head, and watched as a tear slid silently down her cheek. I brushed it away with my thumb. "I've missed you," I confessed.

Her expression hardened, and I took her mouth with mine before she could tell me to leave again. She pressed her lips together, refusing to let me in, even as a whimper of need escaped her throat. My other hand wrapped around her throat. I tilted her head up, using my tongue to push my way between her lips until she finally opened for me. And then I was inside, thrusting my tongue into her mouth. I moaned when I tasted her. The only thing that tasted better than Sera's mouth was her pussy.

I tasted the salt of her tears as I kissed her, but she didn't try to push me away. I moved my hand from her throat and dipped it beneath the water, finding her breasts. Her nipples were hard, straining for my palm when I brushed it over them, and a surge of blood rushed to my cock. I went lower, over her soft belly to the wet curls of hair that covered her pussy. I cupped her in my palm as I slid my middle finger between her soft folds to find her clit.

Pulling my mouth from hers just enough so I could talk, I whispered against her lips, "I want to make you come. But you gotta let me know if I'm hurting you. Comprendere?" Understand?

"Yes," she whispered back. Her eyes were on mine, the pupils so large they appeared almost black.

"Hang onto the side of the tub."

Obediently, she raised her arms out of the water as I leaned forward on my knees and tightened my grip on her damp hair. With my other hand, I squeezed her pussy, then started to work her clit with two fingers. She was wet, both with the water in the tub and the slickness of her own arousal.

She could hate me all she wanted, but she couldn't deny that she wanted my touch.

I turned my face so I could look down the length of her lush body, the image wavy but clear beneath the water. "You're so fucking beautiful, Sera." And I meant it. I'd never seen a woman more perfectly made for me than she was. I slid a finger deep inside of her, curling it around to rub the sensitive part of her inner wall. "I want to feel you come on my fingers. I want to watch your face when you fall apart."

She cried out softly at my words.

I wanted to lift her from the water and bring her sweet breasts to my mouth, but I was afraid I'd hurt her back. So I kept her floating, holding her head off the hard side of the tub and allowing the water to support her body. The zipper of my pants was digging hard into my cock, but that was okay. Maybe it would keep me from soaking the inside of my pants with my come.

Her hands tightened on the side of the tub and her breaths were coming fast and hard. I went back to her clit, her back arching when I touched her just right. My eyes went back to her face. "Easy," I told her when she winced. "I've got you, baby girl."

The red flush on her chest deepened, and I knew she was close. My balls tightened just watching her. "Come for me, Sera," I ordered. A rush of pleasure zipped down my spine as she did as I commanded, her lips brushing mine as her hips rose from the water right before her body jerked in on itself and she cried out against my mouth.

"Yes, baby. That's it. Ah! God, Sera..." My cock swelled tight as my orgasm rushed up its length and spilled out into my boxer briefs. "Fuck." The curse came out on a moan as I humped the side of the tub, wishing like hell it was her tight pussy milking me dry.

I pressed my forehead to hers as we breathed each other's air, chests heaving. "Do you want me to kill him?"

It took her a few seconds to ask, "Who?"

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"Your father."

Sera's eyes blinked open, and she pulled away so she could look at me.

"I'll go find him right now, and he'll no longer be a problem for you ever again," I promised.

I saw the conflict in her eyes, and for a moment I thought she was going to say yes. But then she shook her head. "No."

I inhaled and exhaled through my nose, trying to calm the beast inside of me who was screaming for vengeance for her. "If you change your mind, all you have to do is say the word."

She stared at me for a minute, but I couldn't read her expression. "I want to wash and get out now."

Untangling my fingers from her hair and giving the soft flesh between her legs one last feel, I rose to my feet. I saw her eyes drop to the wet stain on the front of my slacks before she quickly averted them to grab the soap. In the closet, I stripped out of my bloody clothes, using my boxer briefs to clean myself up, then pulled on a pair of gray sweats. I grabbed one of my T-shirts from the drawer for Sera. I'd take a shower later.

When I returned to the bathroom, she was standing in the tub with a towel wrapped around her and was attempting to get out of the tub. "Hey, hey. Let me help you." Dropping the shirt on the floor, I reached for her, stopping cold when she slapped my hand away.

"I don't need your help, Enzo. I don't want your help." She looked at me with disgust in her swollen eyes. She'd washed her makeup off, and her black eye was plain to see now. "I can't help the way my body reacts to you, but I'll be damned if I let you worm your way into my heart again."

"Sera." There was a warning in my tone. I wasn't sure if it was for her, or for myself.

She ignored it. With one hand on the wall, she carefully lifted one leg up and out of the tub. Slowly, she transferred her weight to that foot before lifting her other leg. I could see the lines of pain on her face, and it infuriated me that she wouldn't allow me to help her. No. Fuck that. Stepping beside her, I wrapped one arm around her waist just as her back gave out on her.

Without another word, she grudgingly allowed me to help her dry off and into my shirt. She didn't complain about wearing it. All of her clothes were still at Luigi's. And there was no way for us to get them without someone seeing and wondering why we needed them. I'd seen the clothes Veda loaned her on the bed, but I wanted her in mine. "Are you hungry? Do you need anything from downstairs?"

"No, I just want you to leave." She was right back to the way she was, as though nothing had happened.

"You don't mean that."

She looked me straight in the eye. "Yes," she said. "I do. I don't want anything to do with you, Enzo. And as soon as I can get the hell out of here, I'm leaving."

I stilled, but I didn't hide from her. I didn't try to disguise the pain her words brought. "And what if I don't let you go?"

"You have no choice," she informed me. "We made a deal. And you'll live up to your end of it, or I'll tell everyone what a lying son of a bitch you are and that your word means nothing." Oh, I had a choice. And she was just going to have to live with it.