Page 46 of A Deal in Darkness
She nods.
“Good,” I reply, and she shrugs her shoulders. “My driver will take you to and from work. Or Byron. No one else, Adriana. If you want to go out after work to make friends, then you need to ask permission. If there are any work trips, then I need to know about them.”
She nods again and swallows down a small sob.
I pull a new phone out of the drawer and slide it over the marble counter to her. Adriana stares at the expensive phone, intrigued but cautious before she finally takes it.
“You want me to use this one?”
“Yes.” I drink my coffee. “It has a tracker in it, so I know where you are.”
Her eyebrows rise, and she doesn’t argue. She’s learning but there’s something sad about the lack of fight. Her fire is going out and I don’t want it to. Not when I enjoy playing with it so damn much.
“It’s for your safety, baby. You’re too precious for me to take a risk. I trust you to follow the rules, but there are far too many dangers out there. I’m keeping you safe, not chaining you to me.”
Adriana’s eyes flick to mine and the spark lights again.
“Is there any difference?”
I smile and walk towards her, undoing her robe and sliding the silk off her shoulders. “I suppose there isn’t.” I kiss the curve where her neck begins. “You are mine, Adriana. Do as I ask and you’ll get everything you want.”
She stifles another sob, and I walk away, leaving her to make her own damn breakfast. I pull my phone out, messaging Eva with Adriana’s measurements and specific instructions as to the type of lingerie I want bought. Pretty, elegant and classy, as well as outrageously slutty. Lace and ribbons, leather straps and studs.
I relax on the sofa, planning how I’m going to fuck Adriana today. The island counter is a given. The stairs are a certainty. I might take her outside and fuck her in the garden if she wants some air. There are floors and walls and furniture that I haven’t christened with her come, and it’s going to be an agonizing wait for it.
Because Adriana isn’t coming until she gives me what I want. And what I want is for her to admit she’s a whore for my cock.
12
SAY YOUR NAME
ADRIANA
Ilimp across to the sitting room and collapse on the sofa. I ache and Enzo hasn't let me have any relief. Nor release.
He's been relentless since yesterday morning, but his cock doesn't seem to tire. He's fucked me in the kitchen, the sitting room, on the dining table and the matching sideboard. The asshole asked if I wanted to go outside and I declined, impolitely, certain he wanted to fuck me out there.
Enzo's determined I give him what he wants and I'm stubbornly trying to resist. He's made good on his promise to withhold my orgasms until I submit, and I wish I'd never started this game.
He's won in all but name.
He knows it. I know it.
It's just a question of time before I cave.
I send Enzo a look that would make most men wither. He smirks and shoves his cock back into his briefs, fastening his trousers.
“I'll make you come right now, Adi. Admit you're Daddy's little slut and I'll give you the orgasm you're fucking desperate for.”
I shake my head, and he sighs.
“You will give me this, Adi. You're suffering needlessly.”
I pull my feet underneath me and turn away, ignoring the disgusting drip of his come seeping from my body.
“We should go out,” he says, walking over as if nothing's happened. “Let me spoil you.”
He sits, and I move away.
