ENZO
Istare at the lithe, naked limbs flung around my bed, enchanted by Adriana's stunning body. She sighs in her sleep and then lifts her head, threatening to wake, before she moves toward me. My girl nestles against me, nuzzling in the crook of my body as she settles again and I fucking love it.
It's a far cry from the beginning of last night.
I thought she'd find the dress code required for formal occasions difficult and I almost lost my shit with her. Adriana's misunderstanding was almost comical, but it also shows how much guidance she needs. I'll have to be more careful with myinstruction in the future, at least until she learns to anticipate my needsand learns the rules of Hell.
Adriana was a brat during dinner, but she turned playful afterward. One thing led to another with the help of some pheromones and a touch of magic. There's no point being a demon if you can't corrupt, but Adriana needed little encouragement.
It caught me by surprise, pleasantly so. Less than a week ago, I was dragging her into my bed and demanding she made good on our agreement. Last night, she initiated our activities and didn't flinch when I fucked her in public.
If she keeps this up, I'll fuck her in front of all of my domain. Regularly. Viciously. Mostly for my pleasure, but also to make damn sure every fucker knows who owns her.
Adriana sighs again, and she's beginning to wake. I'm tempted to guide her head down and slip my cock into her mouth. Usually, I wouldn't hesitate, but this morning I'm wondering if it's a good idea. I'd almost certainly enjoy it—but she might not appreciate waking up with my dick rammed down her throat and I don't want to undo the progress she made yesterday.
A willing submissive is more enjoyable than a resistant one.
Adriana's growing confidence and her change in attitude will make it much easier to mold her. Soon, I'll be able to defile her as and when I want, and the fun can really begin. She'll learn that degradation and pain can be enjoyable—and if not, she'll do it anyway.
“Morning,” she rasps, stretching and moving away.
It's disappointing.
“Do you need a hand to the bathroom?” I ask.
She shakes her head, gets out of bed, takes a step and falls to the ground.
I laugh and watch her stumbling as she tries to stand, finally moving to lift her off the ground. She growls as I carry her to the bathroom, leaving her on the toilet and returning a few minutes later.
“Better, baby?”
She rolls her eyes. “You’re vile.”
My smirk widens and I pick her up off the toilet, carrying her back to my bed. “You didn’t think so last night, Adriana. Or, if you did, you couldn’t get enough of me.”
Adriana groans and I crawl on top of her, pinning her beneath me with my weight.
“Daddy was fucking proud of you, baby girl.”
She squirms and I can smell her cunt start to get wet. Adriana’s too fucking perfect and this is too damn easy. My girl loves degradation—she simply doesn’t know it yet—and I’m going to enjoy demeaning and debasing her.
“It won’t be happening again.”
I ignore the irritation brewing in the pit of my stomach and kiss her neck.
“Adi, I’m going to fuck that pretty pussy of yours as often as I damn well like. And your mouth. And your ass. By the time I’m finished training you, I’ll have you dripping for my cock and ready to take me in any hole I goddamn want.”
Her legs squeeze together and I’m damn sure her clit begins to throb.
“Let’s add a couple of rules, baby. You call me Daddy from now on. You don’t touch yourself without my permission. You don’t come without my permission, and you thank me for your orgasms.”
She groans and stares at the painting on the wall, trying to dissociate again. Adriana has a nasty habit of trying to avoid me at times like this, and she’s pushing my buttons. Praising her got me fuck all in return and now I’m forced to take what I want by a different method. One that will make her sulk.
“From now on, you go naked or wear lingerie in my loft.”
Her eyes snap back to me, and their innocent pale blue irises flood with anger.
“No.”
