Page 18 of His Sweet Torment
She squeezed her eyes shut.No. No, I won’t believe that until they show me his body.
She rolled onto her side and curled up as comfortably as she could. Despite what she’d told Dale, the pain inside had been getting worse, not better and her doctors were worried. Her spine had been damaged by the bullets smashing through her soft abdomen, and now it was constantly inflamed. She’d had steroid injections and god knows what else but Padme knew – she would probably never regain full function of her own body.
Stop dwelling on it.Remember something good, something happy…try as she might, she could now only equate happy with her time with Enver. That first weekend, that incredible life-changing weekend…
It was Saturday night. They had spent the day making love, ordering room service, and now in the evening, they were soaking in the large tub, Padma’s head resting back on his shoulder. She looked around at him, and he pressed his lips to hers.
“Have I told you today how beautiful you are?” She felt the vibration of his deep voice through his chest and smiled at him.
“As long as you think so.” She turned around in the tub, straddling him, running her hands over the firm planes of his chest. His face, she couldn’t get over. So boyish and fun one moment, then serious and almost dangerous the next. He gazed back at her with clear green eyes rimmed by the thickest, darkest lashes she’d ever seen.
“I thinkyou’rethe beautiful one,” she whispered. Enver’s hand reached up to cup the back of her neck as he pulled her to him, crushing his lips against hers. He kissed her slowly, his tongue delving deep into her mouth, massaging, caressing hers. His free hand moved in a gentle pattern on her belly, making it quiver with longing before his hand moved down to caress her clit.
Padme moaned with pleasure as his fingers twisted and rubbed at her, then she gasped as he slid two fingers and then three inside her. “I can feel your heartbeat through the walls of your cunt,” he said softly, his eyes never leaving hers. “God, I want to fuck you forever, feel your thighs clamp around my waist, feel your belly against mine, your breasts pressed against my chest, your lips on mine.” He fisted her long dark hair at the nape of her neck, his gaze intense now. “Can you feel how hard I am for you, Principessa?”
She slid her hand down to his cock, so huge and diamond-hard in her hands, and she smiled at him. “Put that inside me,” she whispered, and with one easy movement, he lifted her and impaled her on to him. Padme shivered with please as his cock filled her and she began to ride him slowly, never losing eye contact. “Baby?”
Enver smiled at her. “Yes, my darling one?”
“I have noticed, in between the times you are playing around, you look kind of…dangerous. I like it.”
He raised his eyebrows. “You do?”
“I do. So, I’m saying, if there’s anything you want me to do… to be yours, I would do it.” Padme was blushing furiously, but the thought of him getting masterful with her was really turning her on. Enver got it and grinned.
“A little role-play?”
Padme chuckled, reaching down so she could massage his balls while she fucked him. “Anything.”
“Well, then let me think…the idea of you tied up and helpless – I mean, in this situation – while I fucked you sounds good to me.” His eyes suddenly lit up. “Or, maybe even…”
He trailed off, and in frustration, Padme gave his balls a squeeze. He winced then laughed at her sulky face. “So impatient. Well, okay then…how would you find almost getting caught while we fucked?”
Padme smiled slowly. “That would be thrilling…much like our first tryst.”
“Indeed. But what I’m talking about is actually fuckingina crowd of people, not behind closed doors, actually in the same room.”
“Hmm, that sounds intriguing but how would it work in reality?”
“You’d have to wear a short skirt and no underwear,” he said matter-of-factly, and she couldn’t help laugh at the expression on his face.
“And you’d have to fuck me from behind, I’m guessing.”
“All while you have nothing away with your facial expression.”
Padme laughed. “That is the only problem.” She thrust her hips hard, and Enver groaned. “See? When your cock is inside me, all I do is gasp and moan and scream your name…Danilo.”
There was a strange expression in his eyes, and she smiled at him. “I’d much rather be shouting your real name.”
He nodded. “The same here,Penny.”
They both laughed softly. “Well, if we’re going to be other people, then I say we take that into consideration. Let’s play ‘We never met before.'”
Enver’s lips twitched in amusement. “So, again, much like how we met.”
“Well,” Padme considered, “You didn’t fuck me in public, and I remember wearing underwear because you ripped it off of me.”
“So I did,” Enver looked very pleased with himself, and Padme laughed and tried to look disapproving. “They were my favorite pair.”
