Page 48 of His Enforcer

“Look at these tits,” he says and then pinches my nipples almost painfully. A gasp leaves my mouth and I arch up into his touch. I hate that I like this. That I want more.

The way he speaks to me is even worse. It has my heart rate elevating and as much as I tell myself to take a step back, I can’t. I’m rooted in place.

I’ve moved past pathetic and am now just plain desperate.

Luca chuckles and reaches down, and with a flick of his wrist, he rips my panties off. I bite my bottom lip at the sting of the fabric being pulled from my skin, and my lashes flutter when I catch his eyes tracking across my chest and down to my leaking cock, which is still hard and pressed out from my body.

His gaze lingers there for a long, drawn-out moment before he moves to a cabinet against the wall. I know what’s in there. Toys. A variety of them. I’ve been here when they’ve been used on me. Everything from plugs to whips to wax.

What’s he going to use on me? What’s my punishment going to be?

Not knowing excites me.

Thrills me.

Luca returns a minute later, something clutched in his hand, and when he stops in front of me, I force myself to meet his glittering gaze.

His lips twitch as he takes a step closer and produces a silicone cock ring in the palm of his hand.

Oh fuck.

His fingers drag down my stomach before wrapping around my already sensitive dick and sliding it on, pulling it over my balls, and creating pressure at the base of my cock.

“I could leave,” I hiss, and he grins sadistically. “I could.”

“You fucking won’t. You’re too much of a slut to do that. You want whatever I’m going to give you.”

“I hate you.”

“And you love this.”

With that, he spins me around, walking me toward the bed on the opposite side of the room. And I go willingly, much to my displeasure.

“Feet on the floor, hands on the bed,” he says, and I fight back slightly, mostly for the shred of self-respect I have left inside of me, but am overpowered by him as he pushes me onto the bed, my legsdangling off the side, my face smashed into the mattress. “Always fucking fighting,” he growls as his hand lands on my ass cheek with a crack. I let out a small exhale at the sensation pulsing through my skin.

Fuck, I love being spanked. I want my ass red. I want to feel it for days.

“Look at that,” he says as his finger brushes against the plug I put in my ass before I left. He pushes against it, and I groan. “You want so badly to be fucked. But you won’t come. Not until I say you can. And it’s going to be only me who gets you off. No one else. Understand?”

“I—fuck—you,” I murmur, wishing I had something better to say, but I don’t. I’ve got nothing. He’s right. I want to be fucked so badly. I want him to use me. I need this. I fuckingneedit.

Luca says nothing, just adjusts my feet on the floor, kicking them apart, until I’m spread wide, face and chest still smashed into the mattress. Then he grabs my arms and wrenches them behind my back, securing them with some kind of rope.

I try to free myself, but the ties are secure. Goddamnit, I should have left when I had the chance. He slides his hand under me, across my stomach, and down to my cock, pulling it out and down, so it’s perpendicular to the floor. I’m fully exposed now. He can see everything.

The heel of his palm drags down my shaft, making me moan, and I bite at the sheets when he does it again. I hate that he’s seeing me so weak, so needy, but then again, I knew this would happen the minute I walked into the club with Tatum.

I knew he’d come with Anthony, and I did it anyway.

Luca moves away from me, and I hear the click of a camera phone.

“Are you taking pictures of me?” I grunt, and he pinches my ass in response.

“Don’t pretend like it doesn’t thrill you.” And then his hand comes down on my ass in a painful slap. “Maybe I’ll show this to everyone so they know what you do in your free time.”

I can’t answer, just arch forward, my dick pressing against the side of the mattress, my body shaking with desire. And to make matters worse, his hand drags down the underside of my cock, sensation blooming through me just as another slap lands on my ass.

He does this over and over, alternating between spanking and torturing my dick. He’s deriving some kind of sick pleasure from this. There’s no other reason why he’d do this. Why he’s been toying with me all this time. And yet, I’m letting him.

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