Pleasure & Pain

Chapter Six

Enzo

That fucking bitch.

How dare she? How dare Tina speak about my wife like that? Of all people?

Tina, who was nothing more than a psychopathic, money-hungry opportunist, had the audacity to compare Rain to a maid?

The rage in my chest burned, but I knew where the blame lay. Not just with Tina—no. This was Rain’s fault also. If she’d just listened, if she’d worn the dress I picked for her, Tina wouldn’t have had the nerve to say such bullshit. Rain needed to understand her place now.

She was mine.

I owned her.

And she’d do exactly what I said, when I said it.

This wasn’t just about the dress. It was about control, about order. Rain was part of this family now—part of me. Did she think I chose that dress at random? No. I knew Tina wouldn’t keep her filthy mouth shut if Rain showed up in anything less than perfection. Rain should have trusted me. She should have understood.

But she would learn.

Rain would dress the way I wanted. Speak the way I wanted. Live the way I wanted. There would be no room for rebellion—not in my house, not in my world.

I stood still, listening to the soft sounds of fabric sliding off her body. Each movement was slow, tentative, a testament to the fear I needed her to feel.

Good. She needed to understand this wasn’t optional. Not anymore.

I stood still, every fiber of my being attuned to her every move, I could tell everything she was doing just by listening. The hesitation in her breath, the gasps that escapes her lips at intervals—it was all intoxicating.

She was starting to understand what this was, starting to understand that I was in control and she had just one choice: to listen to me.

“I’m…naked,” she whispered, her voice trembling, laced with uncertainty and fear.

I smiled. Not because I was amused, but because I liked that fear in her voice. That hesitation. That slight tremble of her voice. She was beginning to realize who I was, and who was the decider of this marriage, beginning to understand that her body, her choices, her very existence now belonged to me.

“Good,” I said softly, stepping forward, my cane tapping lightly against the floor, though I didn’t need it to guide me. My hand reached out, finding her waist, her skin felt warm and bare beneath my palm. I pulled her back until she was pressed against the door, my grip firm but not bruising. At least not yet.

The door rattled as I braced my hands by her side, feeling the slight shudder of her body as I leaned closer. “You have to understand that I, Enzo will decide anything that has to do with you. You have to follow every of my rules, and never do anything without asking me first. If you break any of my rules.” I leaned even closer, my lips brushing through her cheeks before I whispered. “You’ll get punished just like you’ll be punished now.”

She gasped, the sound so sweet I wanted to hear it over and over again.

I turned her, pinning her chest against the door. A gentle smile curled up my lips as my palm skimmed down her side, over the curve of her hip, confirming she was truly naked. My fingers lingered around the tantalizing curve of her ass, I could tell how gorgeous she’d look in every dress with that kind of curve. Then, why would she wear some brandless dress when I had picked the perfect one for her? What was she even trying to prove?

My hands trailed lower until they cupped her ass, soft and supple against my hand. I gripped them, and the feel of that sent my cock pulsing hard against my pants. I forced back the groan that was about to tear through my lips when she moaned softly at my touch.

I couldn’t resist.

My hand landed on her ass with a sharp crack, and she cried out—a mix of surprise and something else entirely. Pain? Pleasure? Both?

“What am I punishing you for, Rain?” I asked, my voice low and commanding. I wanted to hear her say it. She needed to understand it.

“I…” Her voice wavered, and I could feel her trembling against me. “I didn’t wear the dress you picked.”

I rubbed the spot I’d spanked before landing a harder one this time. She jerked, her body trembling. Her gasp turned into a broken moan, and I leaned closer, my lips brushing her ear. “And what happens when you disobey me?”

“You…punish me,” she answered, her voice barely audible.

“Exactly,” I growled, bringing my hand down again. Her body jolted against mine, her soft cries filling the air. “Who’s in control here, Rain?”

“You are,” she whimpered.

My hand came down on her ass again, spanking her hard. The heat radiating from her skin beneath my palm was intoxicating, the sting leaving her flesh hot and flushed. It only fueled my desire to continue, to mark her, to remind her that her body was no longer hers—it was mine. Every inch of her, from the strands of her hair down to her delicate toes, belonged to me.

“Please…” she whispered.

“Please what?” I demanded.

My other hand slid around her waist, moving upward until it found her breasts. I grasped one firmly, squeezing hard enough to draw a shaky moan from her lips. Her head dropped onto my shoulder, her breath hot and uneven against my neck, her whimpers filling my ears like a melody.

She shifted slightly, her movements unintentional—or maybe deliberate—so that her ass pressed firmly against the throbbing bulge in my pants. The sensation shot through me, raw and electric, and I froze for a second, caught off guard by how good it felt.

Hell. It was too damn good.

As if sensing the effect she had on me, she moved her hips again, grinding ever so gently, positioning herself in a way that teased me, taunted me, drove me insane.

“Rain,” I husked, my voice a low growl as I grabbed her ass again, spanking her sharply in an attempt to regain control.

The sounds she made were maddening—a mix of cries and moans that blurred the line between pain and pleasure. Each strike of my hand was deliberate, calculated, meant to push her further into submission. Her cries turned into desperate whimpers, her breathing uneven, and I couldn’t stop myself from squeezing her breasts harder, rolling her taut nipples between my fingers.

Her body arched under my touch, pliant and yielding, and I fought back the primal urge to pull her nipples into my mouth or bend her over, her hand to her toes and fuck her ass so hard. I wanted her to feel every bit of my dominance, to understand completely who was in control here.

Then I felt it.

Warm fluid coated my fingers, unmistakable and undeniable.

She came.

Goddamn it, she came.

My hand stilled for a moment as realization washed over me. The slick heat on my fingers told me everything I needed to know. Rain had come from me spanking her. Her body’s response was both innocent and sinful, an intoxicating contradiction that left me breathless.

“So… sorry,” she shivered, her voice barely audible.

Her apology was unnecessary. She had nothing to apologize for, not when she’d just pushed me closer to the edge than I thought possible. The way her body reacted to me—to my touch—was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. It was maddening. It was addictive.

And I wanted more.

Hell, I loved the way her body betrayed her, the way it surrendered to me despite her hesitation. Every whimper, every moan, every shiver fed the hunger within me. It wasn’t just her submission I craved—it was her complete and utter surrender.

“Rain,” I said, my voice low and dark, laced with both surprise and satisfaction. “Did you just cum?”

“Yes,” she whispered shakily, her breath hitching. “I’m… I’m sorry.”

“No. No sorry,” I corrected, wrapping my hand around her neck and pulling her closer to my shoulder. “You should thank me for punishing you and making you cum. I want to hear it.”

She hesitated for a moment, but the silence between us was heavy, my presence pressing down on her. I heard her swallow hard, her throat moving against my fingers.

“Th…thank you for… for punishing me and making me cum,” she finally managed, her voice trembling but clear enough to send a thrill down my spine.

Damn. Hearing her say that felt surreal, like a drug I couldn’t get enough of. I had punished her, and she came from it. That fact alone ignited a deep, primal satisfaction. Despite the darkness that surrounded me, I still held control, still wielded my dominance. She would know now that I wasn’t some miserable blind man she could defy or ignore.

I was a man who demanded respect. A man she could never disobey.

A low chuckle escaped me as I turned her around, pressing her back against the door. My hands braced on either side of her, caging her in. Though I couldn’t see her, I didn’t need to. I could feel her—her heat, her trembling breaths brushing against my face, unsteady and raw.

“Your punishment will be harder than you can imagine if you try to defy me again. Understand?”

“Yes,” she breathed, her voice low but steady enough to satisfy me.

I pulled back, running a hand over the curve of her ass one last time before delivering a final, stinging slap. She cried out again, the sound rich with need, and I stepped away,

“Freshen up,” I ordered, my tone firm but calm now. I didn’t need to say it harder before she had to understand now. “Put on the dress I told you to wear. And then come downstairs.”

Without waiting for a response, I turned and walked away, a satisfied smile tugging at my lips. I hadn’t planned to draw pleasure from her submission, but her body’s reaction was…unexpected. Deliciously unexpected.

She was learning. Slowly but surely, she was learning, and I was sure she would give her full submission in no time.

I headed down the stairs, the faint hum of voices reaching my ears—Eduardo, my mother, and that venomous bitch, Tina. Their tones carried the weight of judgment, even if I couldn’t make out what they were saying. I knew their opinions would be cruel, especially about Rain. I hadn’t invited them to the wedding for a reason.

Trust wasn’t something I could afford. Not with them. After Tina, every woman I let into my life became a pawn in some twisted game I couldn’t see the full board of. Someone had been pulling strings, and I still didn’t know who the fuck it was. But I wouldn’t let Rain become a piece in that game.

Mother could be cruel, always finding ways to cloak her venom in sweet words. If I’d told her I was marrying a girl like Rain—someone quiet, unpolished, and untouched by the world—she’d have ripped her apart. She’d call her unworthy, a nobody. And maybe Rain wasn’t the kind of woman who could turn heads in a room, but that was the point. I didn’t need someone who craved attention. I needed someone who’d follow my rules.

I wanted innocence. Obedience. Someone pure, untouched, and pliable—a woman who wouldn’t defy me.

Rain’s defiance today was a warning shot. But it wasn’t too late. She’d learn her place soon enough.

And then there was Eduardo, my dear brother, always sniffing around what wasn’t his. That’s how he got Tina, wasn’t it? Always letting his eyes wander where they didn’t belong. That was one reason we could never get along, and my mom would never scold him for that disgusting behavior.

“You’re back. Where is your wife?” my mother asked, her voice cutting through the air like a blade.

“She’ll be down soon,” I replied flatly.

“I hope you didn’t hurt her,” Eduardo said, his voice laced with accusation. My fists clenched.

“Hurt her?” I echoed, what the hell was he saying? “She’s my wife, Eduardo.”

“The same way Tina was your girlfriend when you did all those things to her?” he spat, not even pausing to let me respond. “You hurt her whenever you were angry. Took out your wrath on her. And the worst of it all? You forced yourself on her when—”

“Quiet!” My cane struck the floor, the sound echoing through the space. “Don’t you dare say another word.”

Eduardo’s words burned, but I didn’t let it show. Instead, I let out a low, dark chuckle. “Still believing the lies of that manipulative bitch? Tina is nothing but a disease, Eduardo. If you think for one second I’d ever force myself on anyone—hell, it’s disgusting to even think about—you’re more delusional than I thought.”

His breath hitched, but I didn’t stop. “And let me remind you, your precious Tina? She begged for me. Begged. I can still remember her moans, the way she cried for me, ‘Enzo, I want you. Enzo, fuck me harder.’”

“Enzo!” he roared.

I smirked. Good. That was what I wanted. Let him boil in his own delusions until he saw the truth. Let him squirm while he clung to the lies Tina had fed him

“Get back to your senses, Edu,” I said, my tone calm but cold. “Or stay in her web for all I care. But don’t you ever speak to me like that again.”

He didn’t respond immediately, but I could hear the tension in his breath, the clench of his jaw. And then I heard it—a subtle shift in his tone.

“Wow,” he murmured, his voice laced with something that made my stomach twist.

The sound of heels clicking softly against the polished floor reached my ears. Rain.

“She’s really beautiful,” Eduardo said, his voiced filled with admiration—or something more dangerous.

The comment sent a wave of fury through me. My jaw clenched.

“She’s so damn gorgeous,” he added, and the way he said it made my blood boil.

I didn’t need to see her to feel the way his attention was fixed on her. Rain was mine. Only mine. And Eduardo was about to learn exactly what that meant.