CHAPTER THIRTEEN - ENZO
The evening was going well until Selena showed up. I had enjoyed telling Cindy about my childhood and all my days in the castle as a boy. We were having a great time, but then the White sisters showed up and put Cindy on edge.
She shifted in her seat as Selena and her sister glared across the room at us as they took their table. “Great. She’s going to give me hell.”
“I’m sorry. If I had known, I’d have chosen a different place.” I had an instinct to protect her and wished so badly I could tell Selena off and that she shouldn’t take it out on Cindy, but there were some things being the future king wouldn’t help me with.
“It’s not your fault. But could we please finish up and get out of here? I don’t think she’s going to stop staring.”
“Let her. I don’t like how she’s making you feel. She should not have that much control over you.” I shook my head and dropped my fork, losing my appetite. “She should be put in her place.”
Cindy leaned across the table. “Please don’t cause a scene. She’ll fire me!”
I couldn’t understand how someone would allow themselves to be treated so poorly for the sake of a job. It didn’t seem worth it. “So, what? You don’t deserve to be treated like that.” I looked her right in the eyes and waited for an answer.
“If she fires me, I could lose my apartment. I could not pay any of my bills, no food, should I go on? Some of us have to work.”
“You don’t. I’ll take care of you. I’ll make arrangements to pay your rent and your bills if necessary. It’s not worth the trouble she’s giving us.” I picked up my fork, but she dropped hers and took a long pull off her wine.
“I want to go home.” She kept her eyes down, and her voice was harsh.
“Are you angry with me?” I was a little shocked.
“You don’t get me at all. I’ve sat here this entire evening telling you how important it is for me to support myself, make my own way, and you tell me I should quit my job?”
“I care about you, Cindy. I want to be with you without problems, and if Selena is making issues, then I say we remedy them.”
I had a feeling the woman knew we were arguing because she hadn’t taken her eyes off either of us since she’d arrived.
“Remedying the situation may just mean that we end things on a good note, before they get any worse for either of us.” She backed her chair up and got to her feet. While she stormed off to the restroom, I had the waiter come, and I paid the bill.
When she came out, we went to the car and drove back to her place in silence. As I walked her up to her door, she took out her key and turned around. “I don’t think this is going to work. We’re too different. We don’t belong in each other’s worlds. If your mother can’t accept her own flesh and blood, she’s not going to ever like me. I’m not good for you.” She opened her door and stepped inside, but she kept her body in the space as she turned around with tears in her eyes.
“You know, I’m getting really sick of people trying to tell me how to live my life. Sick of the way they’re deciding what’s best for me and who I should be with.” I stepped forward and took her arm, and the door fell open beside her. “I want you. I want us. So, I don’t give a damn what Selena or my mother have to say about it.” I pulled her closer and kissed her, and after a moment of resistance she melted against me, and I walked forward and closed the door.
“It’s never going to work.” She tried her best to argue, but I shook my head and put a finger to her lips.
“It will if we make it.” I moved my finger and crushed my lips against hers as my hands went around to grab her ass and pull her into my erection. She moaned and kissed me deeper, her own hands working off my jacket and tie.
I didn’t stop leading her until we were in her room with a trail of clothes in our wake, and I pushed her back on her bed and slipped her panties down to her knees before dropping to my own.
She gasped as my tongue landed on her slick mound and from the taste of her juices, she was ready for me. I wanted more though, I reached up and worked two fingers in against her tender spot, and her legs came up around me. She was still so fucking tight, and she whimpered as if she were tender at times, but I was relentless. I wasn’t going to let her quit on me now, and she needed to know that I was a man who got what he wanted. And I wanted her. All of her.
I worked for my hand, finger-fucking her steady as my tongue worked her clit. My free-hand pinched her nipples and she bucked her hips up against me, grinding.
“Please. I need you.” Her voice was breathy and cracking as she endured her pleasure.
“You’re going to get it, Cindy. All of it.” I rose up, and so did she, and for a moment I thought she was going to protest, but instead, she leaned forward and took my cock into her mouth.
Her warm lips closed around me, and she pulled hard on my head as if trying to get a taste of me. I grasped the back of her head, and she relaxed her jaw around me as I pushed deep, holding her down on it. She looked up at me with wild eyes and gagged, causing them to tear up. She had wanted it, and I was going to give it to her. She needed to see how much I wanted her.
As her makeup ran down her cheeks, smudging as she’d wipe her eyes, I eased up and fucked her mouth nice and slowly. But it wasn’t all I wanted. “I’m ready for that tight pussy, Cindy.” She nodded with my cock still shoved deep, so I pulled back, and she lay on the bed, spreading her legs wide.
Her glistening pussy was so beautiful and so ready for me. I centered my cock at her entrance and nudged it in, stretching her wide around it. She was a tight fit and stroked me good with her slick walls gripping and releasing around me. This time I wasn’t going to be as gentle as the last.
I picked up her legs, and she brought them around me, and I rocked my hips hard against her, punishing that little g-spot until she came so hard she soaked my balls.
I pulled away and took her hand. “Roll over.” She did just as I told her and I hitched her ass up against me and pressed against her tight asshole. She winced and whimpered, but I slipped my cock down into her sopping wet channel instead.
I pounded her relentlessly and took it, coming and coming until she was sagging and limp like a rag doll beneath me. I felt my release coming so as soon as the first spurt splashed inside of her, I pulled out and shot the rest all over her perfect, round ass.
She was dripping down her legs as I backed away and she lay limp against the bed looking up at me.
“You take away all of my control,” she panted.
“You’ll have to learn to let go.” I walked away and found my clothes scattered through the house. I didn’t bother wiping her nectar from me as I pulled on my clothes, grabbed my keys and headed out.
On the way, I decided if I couldn’t have Cindy, I didn’t want the throne.