What A Blind Man Can Do: Tasting Her

Chapter Four

Enzo

What can a blind man do?

What exactly do these women take me for? A miserable man stumbling in darkness, incapable of making them cry out in ecstasy?

She dared to question what a blind man could do.

That question stung, a sharp jab to my pride. But I wasn’t a man to let my emotions show. I’d mastered the art of hiding them the day I lost my sight—and the day Tina betrayed me.

Tina, the woman who swore she loved me, who promised me forever. Our wedding was only days away when it happened. But after the accident that took my sight, she broke it off. And the insult didn’t stop there; she ran straight into the arms of my brother, Edu.

What does she take me for? A fool? That I wouldn’t know? Did she really believe a blind man couldn’t sense her betrayal? She underestimated me. She underestimated what it means to be me.

She must’ve forgotten that I’m not just any man. I’m the Capo dei Capi—the boss of bosses. The man who commands American-Italian’s most powerful mafia with nothing but a snap of my fingers. Thousands answer to me. And yet, she found her way into my heart, only to shatter it.

For that, I’d never forgive her—or Edu for fucking the bitch. He could have had any woman in the world, but he chose her. That whore!

And now, because of her, I was married to this stranger. A woman who thought I weak. A woman who believed a blind man was helpless, incapable of pleasing her, of dominating her, of possessing her.

She would see. Oh, she would feel, every damn bit of it.

I found my way into the room, holding her in my arms. Her arms clung to my neck like her life depended on it. Her grip was so firm, but her body trembled.

Fear.

I could sense it in the way her breath hitched, in the way her fingers dug into my shoulders. She thought I’d stumble, that I didn’t even know my own home.

She was wrong. I knew every single corner of my home and every place I’d visited before I lost my sight.

I laid her gently on the bed, moving in a deliberate manner just so she would see I wasn’t a powerless blind man like she thought.

I climbed over her gently, feeling my body caging hers as I leaned in. I could feel her tension, the way she stiffened beneath me, her breaths shallow and quick.

My hands found her face, my fingers tracing her cheekbones.

“Let me show you,” I murmured, keeping my voice low. My fingers found its way her lips and she sucked my thumb in almost immediately. I smiled. “Let me show you what a blind man can do.”

I trailed my fingers down her body, learning her through touch—every curve, every shiver, every inch of her soft skin beneath my calloused hands. I wasn’t rushed; I wanted to take my time. I wanted her to know that despite my blindness, I could still see her in ways no one else ever could, and I could pleasure her in ways no man would ever do.

Her breath hitched when my fingers found their way between her thighs, sliding through the slick heat waiting for me. She was wet, already soaking, her body trembling as I teased her folds gently.

I found her entrance and gathered her wetness, teasing her before pushing my fingers deep into her dripping pussy.

I could feel her tightening even then, and the sensation sent a sharp pulse straight to my cock.

God, she was so tight. Even my fingers struggled to explore her depths, and the way she clenched around them nearly drove me mad.

“Fuck,” I muttered, my voice rough. “You’re so tight. It’s like your pussy is trying to kill me.”

She moaned in response, her hips shifting, seeking more of me. Her legs quivered, spreading wider as I plunged my fingers deeper and deeper, curling them just right. She cried out, her body arching off the bed as if she were offering herself to me entirely.

I couldn’t stop myself. Heck, I wanted to taste her.

I leaned down, positioning between her legs, setting them gently on my shoulder.

My lips found her slick entrance again, my tongue tracing the heat of her, diving in to have a taste of her juicy folds.

God, she tasted so damn good.

Rain gasped, her hands flying to my head, her fingers tangling in my hair as she tried to pull me closer. The taste of her overwhelmed me, her sweet wetness dripping onto my tongue, filling my senses with nothing but her, and sending signals down to my cock.

The way her body writhed beneath me, the way her moans turned into gasps, and then into cries—every sound she made fueled the aching throb of my cock. It was unbearable, the way it swelled, hard and heavy, desperate to sink into her, to claim her and possess every inch of her body, to show her she was mine, to pleasure her in the best way possible that everything she has in her head was me.

I groaned against her, my cock still twitching painfully, demanding release. Hell, I wanted to fuck her. But I held back. Not yet. Not until I was certain I had unraveled every last piece of her, until she couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even open her eyes, and we stand the same.

“God,” I growled against her skin, pulling back just enough to speak. “I could do this to you forever. Your body… I’ve never felt anything like it. You taste… so damn good.” I’d never felt anything like that before. The way my body tensed from pleasuring her, the way my cock pulsed painfully and ached so bad it hurt, I’d never felt anything like that.

Her moans turned to whimpers as I returned to devour her, my tongue and fingers working together, relentless. I stroke her clit, rolling and flicking as my tongue continued to devour her.

I switched again, moving my tongue to her clit and pushing my finger back into her soaked pussy.

Her walls clenched around my fingers, tighter than I’d ever thought possible, and I couldn’t stop the guttural groan that escaped me.

“Your pussy,” I whispered, my voice trembling with raw hunger and lust. “It’s squeezing me so good. So fucking tight… You don’t even know what you’re doing to me. I can’t wait to fuck this tight pussy.” I really couldn’t wait to have her squeeze my cock just the same way.

Rain cried out again, her legs shaking violently, her body spasming as I pushed her over the edge. “Fuck. I’m cumming.” She whimpered, cumming in a forceful wave that sent her release splattering all over my face, and it felt… just good. It felt great to know I did that to her, to feel her shuddering beneath me after that mind blowing orgasm.

Her release coated my fingers, soaking me in her warmth. And still, I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to stop.

My cock throbbed harder now, the ache so damn unbearable. All I wanted was to bury myself inside her, to feel that tightness clench around me fully, to fuck her until she was completely spent—until we were both reduced to nothing but this shared, desperate pleasure.

But for now, I stayed where I was, exploring her, consuming her, loving the way her body responded to me. She was different. She felt different. She was mine. And I would show her that over and over again if I had to.

I lost my chance with Tina, and she broke me. After her, I tried with other women, hoping to build something real again before even considering marriage. But each one proved worse than the last, either stealing my money, fucking my security guards, or vanishing with one of my cars.

Now, Rain was here, married to me, and things were going to be different with her. She needed to understand that I was in control. Every decision, every detail of her life, down to the color of the panties she wore, would be mine to decide.

Because she was mine.

I returned back to pleasuring her after giving her the time to catch her breath. Her moans filled the room, soft at first, like whispers carried on the wind, but as I pressed my fingers deeper into her again, they grew louder, more desperate, more needy. Each sound she made shot straight to my chest, making my heart thump harder. I could feel it—the way her body craved touch, the way her hips bucked against my hand, seeking more.

Her body reacted to every of my touch, like she had been starved for this.

My cock twitched painfully at the thought, the throb so intense it felt like a damn punishment. This wasn’t supposed to feel this good. I thought sex with her would be mechanical—just an obligation until she got pregnant—but the way her body responded to me was anything but routine. She was writhing beneath me now, her back arching off the bed, her lips forming my name over and over like it was the only word she knew.

“En—Enzo…” she gasped, her voice trembling.

Damn it! I fucking loved how she moaned my name. It wasn’t just a sound; it was a drug, a new addiction. Now, I had something else I’d kill for. I’d destroy anyone just to hear her moan my name again. No one has ever made it sound so damn perfect.

“Say it again,” I rasped as I leaned over her, squeezing her boobs with a hand, the other driving her cunt wild with pleasure, the tightness pulling me in, and squeezing me hard.

Her moans turned into a loud cry as I pinched her nipples between my fingers, rolling them, teasing her. Her hands flew to mine, and for a second, I thought she was going to pull me away. But instead, her fingers intertwined with mine, guiding me, and encouraging me to squeeze her harder.

I did. Squeezing and fondling her. Fuck, her boobs were so soft, so succulent with the perfect roundness.

I couldn’t resist the urge to taste her. I lowered my head and took a nipple into my mouth, the rough skin grazing over my teeth, and I felt my cock jerk painfully.

“Enzo!” she cried out again, louder this time, and I felt a fresh rush of her juices coat my fingers.

“Fuck,” I muttered, moving my mouth to the other nipples, flicking my tongue over the hardened peak.

She gasped, her hands clutching my head now, pulling me closer, and I sucked her harder, my teeth grazing her just enough to make her shudder.

Her body trembled beneath me, her thighs spreading wider as I slid my free hand down to tease her slick core again. She was drenched, her wetness making it easy for my fingers to glide through her folds, finding that sensitive spot that made her cry out every time I touched it.

“You’re so fucking needy,” I murmured, my lips brushing against her skin. “Have you been this starved for touch?”

Her only answer was a soft, trembling moan, her hips lifting off the bed, seeking more of me. She was like an open book, her every movement telling me exactly what she wanted, what she needed.

I dipped my head lower, my tongue replacing my fingers as I licked her again , tasting her sweetness, and she felt just as perfect as the last time. She gasped again, her hands flying to my hair, tugging me closer.

“Enzo… please,” she whimpered, her voice shaking with need.

“Please, what?” I whispered against her, my breath hot against her core. I circled her sensitive clit with my tongue, teasing her, driving her wild with pleasure.

Her hips jerked uncontrollably, and I could feel her thighs trembling against my shoulders. “Please… don’t stop,” she begged, her voice breaking.

I groaned, the sound vibrating against her as I sucked her clit into my mouth. Her entire body arched off the bed, and I felt her gush against me, she came again, her release coming in waves that soaked my lips and chin again.

“You’re so fucking tight,” I murmured, pulling back just enough to speak as my fingers continued their relentless rhythm inside her. “Your pussy… God, it squeezes the life out of me. Do you even know how tight you are?”

She was almost crying now, her body shaking, her breath coming in sharp gasps. She sounded so beautiful like this—her body trembling, completely undone, her voice calling my name like I was the only thing she needed.

I wanted to make it that way, to be the only thing she needed.

Even Tina had never sounded this good, had never felt this tight, this responsive. This wasn’t just sex—it was something raw, something intoxicating, and I didn’t want it to end.

I wanted to do this to her over and over again. I wanted to fuck her until she couldn’t keep her eyes open, until she was as wrecked as I was, until there was no doubt in her mind that she belonged to me.

I leaned in, licking her juices off my lips, and found the side of her ear, pressing a gentle kiss there. It quickly turned rough, and her body reacted in ways that now felt soothing to me.

“Now, you’ll be a good girl and take me just right,” I murmured. Before I could move down to pull off my shorts, her hand was already at my waistband, skimming across my waist. Then I felt her fingers dip into my shorts, gripping my cock so suddenly that I jerked forward, leaning onto her.

“Fuck!” I growled, my hands braced on either side of her as she stroked my hard, aching cock through the fabric. Her fingers moved over the tip of my cock, rubbing my precum down my length, and worked over me in ways that sent goosebumps racing down my skin, igniting every nerve. I wondered how many times she’d done this for it to feel this perfect.

I couldn’t hold back any longer. I pulled her hand away and shoved my shorts down my legs, ready to take her in ways she’d never forget. But just as I positioned myself, the loud shrill of the intercom shattered the moment, jolting me. Frustrated, I rolled off her and snatched the phone.

“Who the hell is—”

“Master, your mom and brother are here,” came Rose’s voice, the senior maid sounding nervous. “They—”

“Why would you get married without telling us, Enzo?” Mother’s sharp voice cut through, loud enough to echo over the receiver.

They were here.