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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As we reached the restaurant, I could feel a flutter of nerves. The professional setting, combined with the intense undercurrent of my relationship with Enzo, made it difficult to stay composed. We walked in, and the host led us to our table where Mr. Thompson was already seated.
Settling down next to Enzo, I tried to focus on the conversation, but I could feel his presence so acutely. Every glance, every brush of his hand sent shivers down my spine. The appetizers arrived, and I began presenting our ideas, trying to maintain my composure.
Under the table, Enzo's hand rested on my thigh, sending a jolt of electricity through me. I kept my voice steady, but my heart raced. His fingers started tracing slow, deliberate circles, and I had to fight to keep my expression neutral.
Mr. Thompson asked me a question, and I forced a smile, answering as confidently as I could. But Enzo's hand moved higher, and I had to dig my nails into my palm to keep from gasping. The heat between my legs was building, and I felt a blush creeping up my neck.
As the main course was served, Enzo's touch grew more insistent. His thumb rubbed against my wet panties, and I clenched my legs, trapping his hand. He was relentless, his teasing pushing me closer to the edge. I shot him a quick glance, my eyes pleading, but he just smirked and continued.
Somehow, I managed to get through the presentation. Mr. Thompson seemed pleased, and I was relieved when he suggested an official lunch. Enzo's fingers stilled, and I could finally take a breath, but the ache he left behind was almost unbearable.
After the meeting, I felt a mix of frustration and arousal. Enzo's touch had left me wanting, and I knew he enjoyed seeing me like this. We walked out of the restaurant, and as soon as we were outside, he pulled me close, whispering, "You did great, Elena."
I could barely form a response, still reeling from the intensity of his teasing. "Thank you," I managed to say, my voice trembling.
We got into the car, and as we drove, I tried to talk about my project, to distract myself from the throbbing heat between my legs. But then my phone rang. It was Sophie. I hadn't heard from her in days, and excitement bubbled up as I answered.
"Sophie! I've been trying to reach you. Where have you been? I was so worried!" I exclaimed, the tension easing slightly.
We chatted for a bit, and she told me she was at a nearby cafe. I asked Enzo to drop me off there, eager to see her and share everything that had been happening.After reaching the cafe, Enzo looked at me, his expression a mix of concern and affection. "I'll see you later?" he asked, his voice carrying a hint of worry despite his attempt to sound casual.
I leaned in, giving him a quick kiss. "Of course," I replied, trying to sound as casual as he did. "Thank you for everything, Enzo." I pulled back, and made my way towards the cafe.
I entered the cafe, scanning the room until I spotted Sophie at a corner table. She stood up and waved, her smile lighting up the room. I rushed over, enveloping her in a tight hug.
