Tied To The Enemy Part 1

Kinks: Blindfolding, Dominance/Submission, Restraint, Rough Sex]

Elena Morello had always lived in a world ruled by power and silence. Her father, Stephen, was a titan of real estate. His name was heard in penthouses and boardrooms. But everything collapsed the night Dante Crores appeared—a figure who tore through her father’s empire with cold focus.

She had heard the rumors: Dante was ruthless, a man who commanded obedience without raising his voice. No one crossed him.

When Dante came for her, Elena wasn’t sure what to expect.

A cage?

A demand for ransom? Instead, she found herself standing in the sleek glass foyer of his penthouse.

"You know why you’re here,” Dante said, his voice low. He stood tall in front of her. His black hair was neatly styled, his dark eyes unreadable.

“My father doesn’t own me,” Elena said, her voice trembling .

“No,” Dante said as he stepped closer, “But he gave you to me.”

Elena drew in a soft breath as his hand tilted her chin up, gently but firmly, making her look at him. There was a cold fire in his eyes—firm and without question.

“I won’t hurt you,” he said, “But I will take everything.”

She wanted to deny it, to fight it, but deep inside, a part of her wanted to be taken.

The first two nights were silent. Dante barely spoke, watching her move through his penthouse like a captive queen in chains. But on the third night, everything shifted.

Elena stood in his penthouse, overlooking the city. The skyline stretched endlessly, but the floor beneath her felt caged.

“You haven’t said a word to me,” Dante murmured from behind, voice low. “Not since you arrived.”

She turned slowly. He stood there like a shadow brought to life— dressed in black, his sleeves rolled just enough to show the tattoos on his forearms.

“What do you want me to say to you?” She asked quietly.

“That you know who you belong to now.”

The air shifted. He took a step closer, until she had to tilt her head to look up at him.

“You can hate me,” he said, his voice low.” But you will obey me.”

He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and she went still—not from fear, but from the heat that she felt at his touch. Her body betrayed her long before her lips could.

“Strip.”

Her breath caught.

“What?”

“You heard me.”

Elena stood still, heart racing, but her hands moved—unbuttoning her blouse slowly, then slipping the silk down her arms. She hesitated in her skirt, until his voice cut in:

“All of it.”

She unzipped it, letting the fabric slide down her hips. She stepped out, standing in nothing but her lace panties.

Dante’s eyes darkened. He reached behind him, pulling a soft black silk tie from the table.

“Turn around, Hands behind your back.”

She obeyed.

His fingers worked the silk around her wrists—firm but not painful. Then he stepped in close, brushing his mouth against her shoulder.

His hand reached up, slipping a blindfold over her eyes. Darkness fell over her vision, heightening every sound—the whisper of his breath, the click of his belt, the low groan as he looked at her bare skin.

“You feel more when you can’t see,” he said, “Every touch, every order, every punishment.”

She didn’t answer.

Her lips parted, but the words dissolved into breath.

Dante pushed her forward until her knees hit the lush edge of his massive bed. He bent her gently, and tugged her panties to the floor.

The cool air kissed her exposed skin.

His mouth on her thighs, he licked up her pussy and Elena gasped. He licked her pussy slowly, tongue flicking her clit In teasing circles.

She cried out.

His grip on her thighs tightened.

“Stay still,” he commanded.

She moaned loudly when he glided his tongue, tasting her with quiet hunger and started tongue-fucking her. Her body arched toward him involuntarily, desperate for more friction, more pressure.

Then he stopped.

“Please,” she whispered.

“No begging,” he growled, standing behind her. “Not yet.”

The blindfold made her feel everything more deeply—the way his tongue teased, the way his tongue probed slowly, then deeper—his mouth, his hands, his teeth grazing her skin.

And in that darkness, she found something that scared her more than his power.

She liked it.

She wanted more.