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Enslaved By Desire

It hurts, doesn't it?" he murmured, his voice a dark caress that sent a shiver down her spine. Amelia nodded, her eyes never leaving his as she felt the wetness between her legs grow even more. With a smug smile, Enzo's hand moved from her thigh to cup her left breast, his thumb flicking over the nipple. It was a gentle touch, almost soothing after the sting of his slap. But she knew it was a prelude to something more. He leaned over her, his hard length pressing against her thigh. She felt a thrill of fear and anticipation. This was it the moment she'd been dreading and craving all at once. He reached for his belt, unbuckling it with a smoothness that spoke of experience. Her eyes widened as he freed his cock, standing tall and proud before her. It was thick and long, a stark contrast to the tenderness of his earlier touch. She knew what was coming, and she was both scared and excited. "Look at me, Amelia," he whispered, his eyes dark with need. She met his gaze, her breath shallow and uneven. He positioned himself between her legs, his hand guiding himself to her entrance. Her body tensed as she felt the tip of his erection against her. "Relax," he murmured, his voice soothing despite the intensity in his eyes. "This will only hurt for a moment."

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Submission and desire

The sound of silverware clanking against the plate filled the air as Enzo sat at the head of the grand dining table. The seven maids, including Gianna, stood around him, waiting for his command. He took his time savoring the last bites of his meal, watching them with a predatory gaze. Each bite felt like a silent declaration of his power over them.

Finally, he set down his napkin and spoke, his voice hoarse . "You may all go to my bed room now," he said, his eyes lingering on Gianna for a beat longer than the others. "You know what I require of you,so don't make me repeat myself."

The maids exchanged glances, some of them nervous, some eager. They knew the routine. One by one, they began to walk out of the dining room, their movements swift and silent. Enzo took his time, finishing his wine before rising to follow them.