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 opened my eyes and sat up, immediately noticing that Elena wasn't in the room. My heart started to race. Where is she? I had fallen asleep on the couch, keeping watch over her. I stood up and looked around, but she wasn't there. Then I heard the sound of running water from the washroom. My heart eased, knowing she was nearby.
I walked towards the washroom and saw that the door was open. Elena was standing at the sink, washing her face. I stepped inside and stood behind her, our eyes meeting in the mirror. She smiled at me, and I smiled back.
"Good morning, Elena," I said softly, leaning in to kiss her on the head.
"Good morning, Enzo. Why are you here?" I asked, a hint of concern in my voice. "Didn't I tell you to let me know if you needed to use the washroom or anything?"
"Enzo, I'm fine now, and thank you for all your help," she replied, turning towards me. She leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. My heart skipped a beat at her unexpected gesture. I felt a surge of emotion, like I was on cloud nine.
Without thinking, I gently grabbed her and lifted her to sit on the counter. She didn't argue or resist; she let me help her. I took the brush from her hand and started brushing her hair. She watched me silently, our connection deepening with every stroke.
When I finished, I leaned down and kissed the tip of her nose. A gentle gesture that made her close her eyes. I felt a surge of emotion amidst tenderness and desire. As her eyes remained closed , I moved closer, my lips hovering just over her's.
"Elena," I whispered , my breath mingling with hers. She opened her eyes briefly, looking up at me with a mixture of surprise and longing. Before she could respond, I closed the gap, capturing her lips with mine.
The kiss started soft, almost hesitant, but quickly grew more intense. I felt her respond, her hands gripping my shirt. My hands moved towards her waist, grabbing her securely holding her on the counter. I kissed her passionately , playing with her lower and upper lips, rhythmically. She responded the kiss with the same intensity.
I pulled back, giving her a moment to breathe. As she took her breath, I pecked her lips again and rested my forehead against hers. We stayed like that for a while, basking in the moment. Finally, I said, "Elena, come, let's have breakfast now." She didn't say anything and nodded. I helped her down from the countertop and led her out of the washroom. She was wearing my T-shirt from these days and looked like a goddess in my clothes.
I asked Elena if she wanted breakfast in the room or the living area. She replied that she wanted to eat in the living area, so I said okay. These three days, I had taken off from my office, cancelled my meetings, and attended a few from home, but I cancelled almost all my meetings as I wanted to take care of Elena myself. Her safety was my first priority, and being close to her, pampering her, taking care of her was becoming my new favorite thing to do. I could do this forever without getting tired. I loved pampering her.
