Page 86 of A Deal in Darkness
“Yes, Daddy.”
He hums and something presses against my ass, pushing into it before I know what's happening. I shriek as my ass stretches to accommodate the cold, hard plug, and the release when it finds its fit sends a bolt of pleasure to my cunt.
“It stays in all night, sweet girl.”
Enzo pulls my dress down and pushes me up. The plug shifts and its weight presses on all the right places, giving me a taste of what I'm about to endure.
“You. Do. Not. Come.”
He taps the door and it opens, letting him exit. He turns and offers me his hand, guiding me out of the car and to the entrance of a nightclub. An exclusive one from the exterior that imposes itself on the world and lets everyone know almost no one's getting in.
“There's been a terrible...” The host stammers. “We were not expecting you tonight, Mr. Antico. I'll arrange for your usual table.”
Enzo nods and slides his hand into the small of my back. He beams at me and I glance around, staring at the dark walls with gold details that make the space more opulent. Everything is expensive and the music is exclusive.
“I thought you would want to dance tonight.”
I nod and then stiffen, aware of the plug sitting in my ass. My butt clenches, the pressure increases, and my pussy aches, aware of how excruciating this evening's going to be.
“Absolute obedience, Adriana.”
The host returns and escorts us through the club, leading us to a table in an even more exclusive area. Enzo thanks her as I sit and he whispers something in her ear before joining me, draping his arm over my shoulder possessively.
A bucket with champagne arrives and Enzo hands me a glass. I drink and watch the girls dancing in the middle of the room, envious of the way their bodies move with the music. It's flowing through them and their limbs move in time with it, effortlessly graceful and spectacularly seductive. Their hair streams behind them, spiraling golds and ambers and onyx around them, leaving a blur of colors on the dance floor. They dance freely in the open space, uninhibited because the usual crowds you'd find in a club aren't here—it's busy but not packed, alive but with room to breathe.
“Did you want to dance, baby?”
I shake my head, lying.
I do, but I can't move like the other girls and I'll only embarrass myself. Worse, the plug will make every move more intense and I'm afraid of the unfamiliar sensation. Afraid I'll like it. It's already setting me on edge in all the right ways and moving only excites me more.
“Adi, don't make me punish you. I'll bend you over this table and spank your pert ass if you try it again tonight.”
I squeal and jump while Enzo summons one woman over. He growls in her ear as he dominates her with his body, asserting his will without any difficulty.
She shudders for a moment and offers me her hand, leading me to the dance floor.
“He's very taken with you,” she giggles. “I'm Susanna, but my friends all call me Plum. Don't ask, I won't tell.”
We move to the music and I begin to relax, ignoring Enzo's ebony eyes which track me around the dancefloor. The plug moves just enough to remind me it's there and I'm able to ignore it most of the time, only reminded about it when I focus on it. Gradually, my inhibitions lift and I move with the other girls. Less graceful, but just as free. Just as happy now, my self-consciousness has evaporated.
My fingers run through my hair as I twirl and we laugh, enjoying ourselves as the music carries us through the night. I spin and glance at Enzo, connecting with his eyes before I turn and dance away. I'm teasing him and he drinks his champagne, probably planning his revenge. I don't care and I pull the same trick over and over, grinning as his attention never falters and he seems more obsessed than ever.
Our game's interrupted when a tall, muscular man strides across the room, taking a seat at our table. I watch them closely as I dance. And whoever he is, he's changed Enzo's demeanor in an instant. Enzo is alert, primed for action, and his gaze is more intense, more focused. The enjoyable night has ended and the body language suggests tense words are being exchanged.
Enzo summons me over and I comply, pulling a chair up next to him.
“Let me see her,” the other man growls.
Enzo's eyebrow arches and his hands grab my waist, slowly spinning me around.
“I'd heard you were rather taken with a new plaything. I can see why, Amaymon. She is quite the find. Does she have a sister?”
Enzo pulls me onto his lap and I'm glad to be somewhere safe. Relatively safe. For now.
“She does not. Adriana, meet Elgios. He's a Duke of Hell. You will mind your manners.”
I nod and wave my hand awkwardly and they both laugh darkly.
