Page 41 of The Silent Night Stalker
I do, and then I stick out my tongue to prove it.
He grins crookedly at me and leans in for a quick kiss. “You’re fucking adorable. Has anyone ever told you that?”
I shake my head, but instead of feeling sorry for myself, I’m filled with warmth that he thinks that about me.
“Fools.”
Enzo climbs out of bed, and my eyes pin right on his firm-as-hell ass. Everything about him is hard except for the way he treats me. Yeah, this must be love I’m feeling.
“I need to take a piss, then I have to get ready for more training at the gym today.”
“Use me for that,” I blurt. I hate that when everything sexual comes out of my mouth, I blush. Despite feeling slightly humiliated for asking, I don’t take it back.
Enzo erases the distance between us in three strides, and he’s back at my side. He lifts me off the bed by my armpits and sets me on my feet. He stares down at me, his eyes so dark you can get lost in them. But he looks at me for so long, I start doubting myself.
“Like some water sports, huh? A little piss play?” he finally asks.
I nod despite wanting to shake my head. “I do.”
“Why? Not shaming here. I won’t ever kink shame, okay? I’m just curious.”
My tightly wound body relaxes as I think about my answer. “I don’t know. I’ve watched it in porn, and it looks so… primal, like you would be marking me as your territory. Anyone who gets close to me would know I belong only to you. I… get that’s not how it works. It’s just… how I feel about it. I want to be yours in every way possible.”
“And where would you like it? On the face, your body, in the ass?”
My pulse races with excitement. “Everywhere. Anywhere. Does that mean you’ll do it?”
Enzo lifts me into his arms. I wrap my legs around his hips, and he carries me to the bathroom. “I told you before, I’ll do anything you’re willing to do. If you want me to mark you, then I’ll mark you.”
He sets me down on the tiled floor and turns on the shower until it’s steaming. Enzo takes my hand and leads me into the stall.
“On your knees, Little Bird.”
I can barely contain my excitement. I’m about to explode with it. He’s about to make me his, willingly. My cock is so hard and it needs relief, but I’ll worry about it later.
“Ready?” he asks me.
“Yes. Do it.”
He holds his cock, aiming it at me. At first, only a dribble comes out, but soon a stream of pale-yellow shoots out of his tip. I close my eyes when he sprays my face. When I open my mouth, he pisses in there, too. I don’t swallow it, but allow it to pool out of me. Then Enzo moves around and sprays my chest, stomach, and hair. He must really need to go because there’s a lot of it.
“Fuck, why is this so hot?” he breathes out. “Look at you.”
His bladder is finally empty, so I run my hands over my face and body as if I can blend his scent deep inside my skin.
When I open my eyes, I find Enzo on his knees in front of me, his dark brown eyes have turned black from being turned on. In fact, his cock is trying to get hard again.
He reaches out to me and does what I’m doing, spreading his piss all over me.
“Yeah, I see why you like this. Does my little bird need to come?”
Enzo doesn’t wait for a response when he wraps his long fingers around my piss-covered cock and quickly strokes me. A whimper escapes me, and I close my eyes to wrap myself up in his feral scent and touch.
I don’t feel humiliated at all. I just feel… free. And Enzo has accepted me just as I am. He doesn’t make fun of me, he’s not cruel to me, and he doesn’t hurt me. He gives me what I want so effortlessly and without shame.
My orgasm explodes out of nowhere, like my body is drawn so tight and my bonds rip off me. I cry out just as explosively as my climax.
“Jesus,” he mutters.
