Enzos voice was a dark whisper , tinged with menance . "You disobeyd me baby", he murmured ,his eyes burning with intensity.
(It's time for punishment )
Elena's heart raced as she met his gaze, a mix of fear and arousal coursing through her veins "...
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I couldn't believe what had just happened. My heart was still racing and my body felt electrified from Enzo's touch. As I sat there on the counter catching my breath, I tried to process the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me. When Enzo ordered me to turn around to see the injury on my back, I first felt bad, but then his demanding aura made me comply. He was just concerned, and then he rubbed ice on my back. The moment the ice touched my skin, an electric current flowed through my body. As he rubbed my back with the ice and then applied the cream, I felt so vulnerable. His touch made me feel so messy. I started to blush and couldn't help but sexualize him.
When he was done, he came in front of me and looked down at me. I bowed my head as I was so embarrassed, and I'm sure my face was red. The moment he looked down at me, he brushed his lips over mine. For a moment, I was shocked by his sudden action, but then I found myself responding to his kiss.
After we were done, Enzo kissed me one more time. This kiss was different—it was passionate and intense in a way I can't put into words. I responded to his kiss, and after he broke it, he hugged me. My head was resting against his chest, and I didn't know what to do next. He kissed my head, stroked my hair, and then, kissing my hair, he asked, "Do you still want to watch a movie?" I didn't say anything, so he said again, "Okay, let's watch a movie."
He then carried me bridal style, set me down on the sofa, turned on the TV, and sat beside me. He pulled me closer to him, and I leaned against his body as he scrolled through the movies. He was making things comfortable, not trying to make the situation awkward or make me feel uneasy.
As we settled into the sofa, Enzo found a romantic comedy and pressed play. The movie started, and the light-hearted scenes began to fill the room. It was a stark contrast to the intensity of our previous moments, but it was exactly what I needed. Enzo's arm wrapped around me securely, and I felt a sense of safety and warmth.
Halfway through the movie, my stomach growled, breaking the comfortable silence between us. Enzo chuckled, "Seems like someone's hungry."
I blushed and nodded. "I guess I didn't eat much earlier."
"Stay here," he said, standing up. "I'll get us something to eat." He walked to the kitchen, and I took the moment to reflect on everything. The house was quiet, and the only sound was the low volume of the movie in the background.
Enzo returned with a tray of snacks—fruit, cheese, and crackers. "It's not a full meal, but it should hold us over," he said, placing the tray on the coffee table.
"Thank you," I said, genuinely appreciating his thoughtfulness.
We continued watching the movie, occasionally munching on the snacks. I felt more relaxed now, the earlier tension easing away. Enzo's presence was comforting, and I found myself leaning more into him, enjoying the simple closeness.
As the middle of the movie played, I found myself feeling sleepy. The comfort of Enzo's arms and the warmth of the room made my eyelids heavy. I fought to keep them open, but I eventually dozed off, nestled against him.
