“Now what?” I fought so hard not to burst into tears.
He stroked himself on top of his underwear. Then he tucked a hand inside and freed his erection.
The long sinewy inches assaulted me, and the ridiculous pulse in my pussy and my tongue darting to lick my lip made me wanna scream. What the fuck was wrong with me? And what the fuck was happening now? I was too confused. My body confused me. Enzio did, too. He couldn’t be thinking I’d blow him. I bit his tongue when he force-kissed me. He wouldn’t trust me with his cock. Then what the fuck?
“Now you watch.” He pushed the chair closer to me and sat. His legs parted wide, his cock fully hard in his fist, as his eyes zeroed in on my breasts.
I grimaced. “You’re gonna jerk off? To mybreasts? What are you? Some fourteen-year-old who has never seenboobiesbefore?”
He squeezed the tip, his eyes on my face now, menacing. “Do you want me to show you how much of a dirty old man I am?”
A troubled breath escaped me. Then I zipped my mouth shut.
“Yeah. Didn’t think so.” He spat on his palm and fisted his shaft. “Now shut up and watch me come to your tits while your baby suckles them.”
My stomach flipped. Although Mario had finished and was sound asleep pressed to my chest now, I couldn’t let him be part of this madness. “I’m not gonna let you use my son in your sick fantasies. This is—”
“I don’t have fantasies that involve babies, you wacko. This isn’t about me. This is about you.” He fucked his hand, devouring my naked breasts with his stare. “Every time you’ll breastfeed him, you’ll remember this. The man you fucking hate the most, jacking off to the sugartits you use to feed your baby.”
This wasn’t a sexual thing. It was about dominance. He wanted to humiliate me. To scar me for life.
His lips parted with a hushed groan. The sound of his slamming his cock was disturbing and shamefully arousing. “Every day you’ll be reminded of howsickI am.”
My breath hitched. This was my punishment. For calling him sick. “Enzio… I…I’m…”
“You’re what?” His teeth speared his lower lip as his hips thrust up a little, his cock glistening with pre-cum.
I’m sorry? I’m as sick as you are for sitting here, ogling your cock instead of stabbing you with something? I deserve to be punished because I’m getting wet by this humiliation?
My mouth trembled with my embarrassment. I glanced at his face. Not one single aspect of his features displayed guilt. Nor did he look agitated anymore. He looked satisfied. Like a cat that had caught a particularly irritating bird he was going to enjoy torturing to death.
A dark shade of red crossed his tanned skin. His chest and stomach rose and fell with labored breaths. His fist rubbed fast. He was big even in his giant hand, and I found myself breathing hard with him.
“Touch yourself,” he murmured.
“What?” I gasped.
He stroked harder. “Play with your tit.”
My tit was aching to be played with. But no. Fuck no. “Enzio—”
“I know he’s sleeping. Put Mario on the bed and play with your nipples.” He groaned. “Or I will.”
Closing my eyes, I sucked in a shaky breath and set Mario on the bed. Enzio stared at the nipple that was in Mario’s mouth and smacked his lips. I never felt so exposed my whole life.
I cupped both my breasts and squeezed. Then I circled and pinched my sore, erect nipples. My eyes glued by a wicked force to his engorged cock. His strokes went frantic. My toes curled as moans escaped me. Shame pulsed through me along with wet heat.
“You want to touch your pussy?”
“Yea… No!” What the fuck? Had I gone completely out of my mind?
His lips curved up into a smirk before they curled with a groan. “I wouldn’t let you anyway. You don’t get to come.”
Son of a bitch.
With that, his back hunched, and his cum spurted heavily, landing on the floor, on my toe and in my lap, marking me.
I shuddered, feeling many awful emotions I couldn’t begin to describe. He evened his rugged breath and stood. Then his cum-stained hand held my chin. “This time, I fucked my hand. The next time you even think about disobeying or disrespecting me, it will be your mouth. And the next…your ass.” He leaned in and kissed my temple, making my skin crawl. “Buonanotte, dolcezza.”
