Betrayed by Truths (Truth or Lies 2)

My body starts the process automatically. Stilling, cooling, locking away my mind. My mind goes to the beach, to the sand, to the warm wind.

“Don’t you dare,” Enzo curses.

His voice breaks through, but it’s not enough.

He slaps my ass again, but I can barely feel it.

He flips me over abruptly, until I’m on my back. “You have to feel everything.” He spreads my legs open, and his mouth disappears between my legs. At first, I don’t know what he is doing. But then, I feel the warmth returning to my body. The heat spreads from his lips to my core. And then I feel the most pleasurable thing I’ve ever felt—his tongue on my clit.

I’ve never felt such pleasure before. Never felt such ecstasy. I didn’t know how it would feel, but now I never want him to stop.

I arch my back into him, and my toes curl as he licks and sucks over my sensitive bud.

Jesus.

My body comes back to life from his touch. And if sex means I get to experience even a drop of this pleasure, I will never shut down during it again.

“Yes,” I moan, grabbing his thick hair holding his head between my legs.

I feel myself building to a place I haven’t experienced since he made me come on his bed.

“Yes, fuck yes, Enzo,” I curse.

He stops.

He fucking stops.

He grins down on me. “There you are.”

“Why did you stop?”

He smirks, wiping my juices from his mouth with his hand. “Because I haven’t finished punishing you yet.”

I swallow hard, forcing the fear down.

“I will hit you three more times. And you will stay with me for all of them. You will let the tears fall, the cries escape, the moans fill this room. Whatever you feel, you will feel it. You won’t lock yourself away—not until you’ve taken all three.”

I nod.

“Do you agree?” he asks needing verbal confirmation.

“Yes.”

He grabs my hips and flips my body onto his lap, my ass in the air.

He rubs it gently, and then I still as he presses a finger at my asshole.

I can feel his grin at my body’s response. “I should fuck your ass without preparing you, to punish you, but I’m not that cruel. Someday though, this ass will be mine.”

Someday? This ends after tonight. This is the only time we get.

“One,” Enzo says, slapping my ass harder than before.

I force myself to feel it because it’s the only way I might get to the pleasure that comes afterward. And I’m tired of not feeling, even the bad.

My eyes water, but they don’t spill.

“Good girl,” he says, soothing my ass with his touch.