MAEVE HAWTHORN.
My mouth opened but I snapped them shut at once as I glared at Enzo, frustration washed over me and as my pussy throbbed, my body shook involuntarily.
My entire being felt achy, my whole body engulfed in tides of weariness and frustration that’s not just physical but mostly sexual too.
Why do I expect him to let me cum? I already know he wasn’t going to.
I knew Enzo was only having fun with me from the way the smug smile took over his lips, the way his fingers hooked and plunged into me, causing a painful yet blissful sensation.
I shouldn’t have expected so much from him but a little part of me held out hope that he was going to let me finish because he has never left me hanging ever before.
“I don’t have the whole day, mama, let’s keep it moving.” He had the nerve to say as he took a step aside for me to move but I only shot stares like daggers at him.
Although frustrated, I felt sore and in pain and each time my pussy throbbed it was as if someone had stuck something huge into it.
Trying to shrug the pain, it came rushing back to me in a thousand folds as soon as I took a step forward, causing me to immediately stop in my tracks as I winced.
My eyes widened as I tried to remember what had happened, what had caused so much pain that I could barely take a step further.
“Problem?” Enzo’s voice jolted me out of my thoughts and I lifted my gaze to look at him, his eyes were dark with worry and the way his forehead furrowed showed me that he was really worried.
“N… No.” I forced out as I shook my head but Enzo only raised an eyebrow as his eyes carefully scrutinized me, looking me up and down as if searching for what was wrong with me.
“Are you sure?” He enquired and I nodded positively, making no attempt to walk because I knew what doing that could cause me.
Why? Why does it hurt so much?
Questions roamed around in my head but all of the answers I came up with were all stupid, nothing fits the situation, explaining why the pain was so unbearable.
Whenever Enzo goes beyond one finger, it hurts so much but it was never a pain that I couldn’t manage, it was never something that kept me glued to a spot.
The scent of cedar-wood hit my nose really hard and before I could lift my gaze up to look at Enzo, his hand had already clamped my face, lifting it up so that I was looking at him.
We held eye contact for what seemed like a split minute, his eyes were searching for something, peering into mine and making me feel as though if he looked any longer, he would see right through everything I was trying to hide.
“Maeve,” Enzo sighed, his eyes closing but opening at the same time, “just because you’re my slut doesn’t mean you can’t talk to me.” He paused for a while.
“In fact, talking to me about things that could be bothering you is one of the benefits of being mine and mine alone.” He continued.
“So, I’ll ask again and this time you better tell me the truth, Maeve Hawthorn,” he spoke with control, his tone firm and his voice so thick that chills ran down my spine.
“What. Is. The. Problem?” He asked, his voice a little lower than usual. My face heated up and I didn’t look down to see just how flushed it was.
I could tell that I was blushing as I kept my eyes glued to his, embarrassment soon started creeping in as I thought about telling him what was wrong with me but I couldn’t.
Why am I suddenly feeling shy? Enzo had seen everything that there to be seen, he has seen me masturbating, he has seen me completely naked and just two minutes ago, I was mad at him for stopping his sweet torture.
So, why do I feel shy to tell him my pussy hurts?
“M- My- I-” I stuttered, my voice trailing off as an unwelcome blush crept into my cheeks and I didn’t need a saint to tell me just how crimson I was turning.
His sharp tone made me flush in shame and embarrassment, he was still so close to me that I could feel his hot, fresh breath on my face and that wasn’t making things easier for me.
“Calm down, Maeve.” He urged but there was no way I could possibly calm down when he’s so close that it’s making my heart beat faster than usual.
I swallowed as I closed my eyes, keeping it shut tight and forcing myself to get rid of the embarrassing feeling as I opened my mouth to speak.
Calm down, Maeve. Calm down.
“I- I can’t walk properly.” I rushed the words out of my mouth and as soon as it left my lips, I felt my insides burning really hot.
The heat crept to my neck and slowly made its way to my face and then my neck before plummeting back down to the pit of my stomach.
I was embarrassed and also mad at myself for being so embarrassed that I flushed miserably. My eyes fluttered open and I saw Enzo’s lips spread into a smile in front of me.
Why is he smiling? Should he be smiling?
The way he smiled, how he saw nothing wrong with my confession only made the feeling of shame deepen even more as my blood pounded.
“Is that it?” He asked and I nodded almost immediately, trying really hard to swallow my shame but it was too huge to shove down my throat or up my ass.
“You’re feeling sore?” He asked as if he didn’t already know that but I nodded again and he sighed, “that’s totally normal, I’m sorry.” He smiled softly.
I never pictured myself having a normal conversation with Enzo without a fight or an insane arousal. I was feeling aroused though but it was mild.
Enzo looked at me with worry written all over his face, he seemed genuinely concerned about me and the way he stared at me, his eyes lit up like I was a prized possession.
I’ve seen those looks before but it’s mostly when we’re in the middle of something, like when he had his tongue up my cunt and his fingers in it.
Enzo sighed again as he pulled away from me, he paced around my room, burying his fingers in his hair and ruffling it before walking back towards me.
“There’s something I need to tell you.” It sounded like he was about to make a confession, like he had done something really bad and wanted me to forgive him for it.
“What’s that?” I asked and I immediately saw something in Enzo’s eyes, something I recognized a little too perfectly, Regret.
“I did something really stupid and that’s why you’re in pain,” he started but I couldn’t wrap my head around what he had just said or what he was trying to say.
“And honestly, I’m going to bear it if you keep hating me because you’ll be right to not only hate me but be utterly disgusted by me.” He continued.
“I already feel those things for you, Enzo, what did you do?” I said and he sighed again, he’s been doing it a lot in just a few minutes.
“Something I really shouldn’t have done, something you’ll hate me for because it was done without your consent and like I-”
“ENZO DE-LUCA, WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?!” I thundered, cutting him off mid-sentence and I watched his eyes widened, probably because I’d just called his full name without stuttering.
Why did I do that?
The sensation increased, the pain wasn’t too unbearable but that would only be if I was laying in bed and doing nothing because the moment I try to move, the pain multiplies.
Enzo’s brows drew together as he kept opening his mouth and closing it, not really telling me what he had done.
“Maeve, I-” his voice trailed off as he pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket before moving my dress up to my waist before sliding my panties to the side with a finger.
What is he trying to do?
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” I couldn’t help but yell, my cheeks burning and I felt the handkerchief rub my pussy.
“Relax,” Enzo muttered and when he was done, he slid my panties back in place and lifted the handkerchief for me to see.
“I’m sorry, Maeve.” He apologized while I stared tongue tied and amazed at the bloodstained handkerchief.
“Wh- What?” I murmured, my voice so low that I felt like Enzo probably couldn’t hear what I’d said.
I blinked twice, my brain still trying to process what I was staring at but the more I did, the harder it was for me to believe that this actually happened.
I’d just lost my virginity and that too to Enzo’s fingers.