Page 50 of His Enforcer

And then suddenly, it’s over, his hands smoothing over my hot skin, squeezing my cheeks roughly before moving up to my wrists that are still bound. He lets me go, my numb arms falling to my sides as he removes the cock ring gently.

Oh god. Oh fuck.

I am desperate to come. I need release, but the evil glint in his eyes tells me he won’t be the one to get me there.

This is the punishment. He told me it was going to happen and I went willingly.

I obeyed.

Pushing myself up, I swipe at my cheeks, feeling the twinge in my ass cheeks as I stand up.

Luca’s right next to me, the cigarette in his mouth almost burned down to the butt.

“So that’s it then?” I ask, my voice wobbly and slightly hoarse from moaning like the whore I am.

He pulls the cigarette from his mouth, his tongue sliding across his teeth, and he runs a hand across his jaw.

“Yeah, it’s over. I think you’ve had enough. And, Viktor,” he says, moving closer to me. “You won’t come again until I say so.” He throws the cigarette to the ground and stubs it out with his shoe. “And trust me. I’ll know if you do. So be a good boy and do as you’re told.”

I bite back a whimper as his hand comes down and strokes my cock, just once.

At this point, I may not make it through the night.

I walk out of the room completely naked, Luca having pulled off the bralette I was wearing before we exited. My dick is still painfully hard, and for the first time since arriving at this club, I feel ashamed.

Ashamed I let Luca get the best of me.

And ashamed everyone can see my red ass as I make my way tothe changing rooms. As we walk, I see Anthony and Tatum curled up on a chair, Tatum still in his lingerie, looking satiated and happy from being well-fucked, while Teddy looms over them protectively. Tatum catches my eyes and winks at me, but I don’t wink back.

I can’t even fucking look at anyone right now.

They know what happened, what I let happen. It’s written across my body for all to see.

“Don’t look so glum,” Luca says softly as his hand falls on the back of my neck. He leads me forward as we move into the locker room and then he watches as I get dressed, his eyes never leaving me. But I refuse to make eye contact as I shove my feet through the leg holes of my pants and tuck my hard cock under the waistband. It’s miserable.I’m fucking miserable, I think as I pull on my overcoat.

“I’ll drive,” Luca says, taking my keys from me.

“Fuck that. I’ll just get a rideshare home,” I murmur, but then he’s in front of me, his nose pressed against mine, his lips so close to my mouth. I could lean forward and kiss him. I should, just to take back some of the power. But before I can, I feel his fingers thread through my hair, tugging painfully as he whispers, “Obey.”

I glance away, feeling the heat of him pierce my body.I hate this.Fucking despise it, I think, as he leads me out of the club to my car. Like he demanded, I don’t drive this time. He slips into the driver’s seat and thankfully so. I’m so disoriented, the pain in my ass coupled with the throbbing of my cock is making my mind spin.

All I can see and hear is Luca. He’s omnipresent. In my mind, in my body. All my senses are consumed by him. I say I hate it, tell myself over and over, and yet, here I am. Wanting it. Wanting more.

As we sit in traffic, waiting for the exit, Luca glances over at me.

“Take it out,” he says lowly, and I huff, turning my gaze out the window.

“No.”

“Take it out and stroke it. You know you want to.”

“I’m not fucking doing that,” I reply as my hand curls against mythigh. “You’re getting off on torturing me. And I won’t let you keep doing it.”

I can almost feel him grinning. “Viktor, take out your fucking cock before I pull over and spank that pretty pink ass red in front of everyone.”

My teeth sink into my bottom lip so hard I taste blood again. “Fine,” I grumble as my fingers snake down to my pants and I pull my dick out, thankful that the windows are tinted so dark no one can see in, and at the same time, thrilled that I’m doing this publicly.

“Good, stroke it, but don’t come. You don’t get to do that. Yet.”

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