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I don’t know if I’m supposed to repeat it correctly or not. I glance from Enzo to Rafael for help but get nothing. Rafael is staring straight ahead at my pussy, like he’s ready to devour me again. Like he’s barely able to stop himself from diving back in. I look up at Enzo, who’s watching me intently.

“Yes, sir?” I say softly.

He smirks, and Rafael’s mouth is on me.

“When we are together, it is my time. You are not allowed to have your phone. If someone else is around, you do not interact with them for any reason, in any capacity, unless I give instructions to do so. Instructions given to someone to perform acts on you is permission for you to interact with them, as long as none of my other rules are broken. Do you understand?”

I’m so close to having an orgasm, but it’s like Rafael knows. When I’m almost there, he slows down. Borderline stops. How does he know my body so well? We just met!

“Yes, sir,” I whimper, urging my hips against Rafael’s mouth. The orgasm is just out of reach, and I can’t take it! I need it. Why won’t he let me have it?

“Just as when you commit an infraction, you are punished; when you behave, you will be rewarded.”

Rafael wraps his lips around my clit and sucks, his grip tightening around my thigh and waist.

I bite my lip to stop myself from speaking because I don’t want Rafael to stop. The pleasure grows and grows. My stomach tightens, and it hits me. Hard and fast, taking my breath with it. My head falls back, my eyes squeezing shut as Rafael works me through a mind-blowing orgasm that seems to never stop. My world is spinning when I come down.

I suck in quick breaths as I meet Enzo’s dark eyes. He looks so damn pleased with himself, and he wasn’t even the one who did anything.

He moves beside Rafael, brushing his fingers through Rafael’s hair affectionately, then looks at me with a proud smile. “Who would have thought Jordan Delise is such a good girl?”

Chapter Seven

Vincenzo

Rafael gets to his feet, smiling at me with glistening lips as he makes his way back to the bed to sit. Such a good boy he is. Not only does he listen well, but he knows what’s expected of him and never veers from it. He’s the perfect submissive.

“Did you enjoy that?” I ask Jordan.

She nods, breathing out a, “yes, sir.”

Her tits are jiggling from her panting breaths, her nipples still hard. The perfect pink little buds are tempting, so I move to her and brush my thumb along one of them. Her lips part, so I do it again.

“It’s the first of many,” I tell her. Her eyes widen, mouth dropping open like she wants to speak, but remembers the rules. Good. She’s a quick learner too. I love quick learners. “But first, I have some questions.”

She nods, dragging that tongue of hers along her lips again.

“Rafael, get Jordan some water.”

I don’t need to see him to know he’s doing as I say. I hear his footsteps. Hear the fridge. The twist of the cap. Then he’s at my side, handing her the cold bottle.

The whole time, she watches him with awe, no doubt wondering why he does what I say.

I’m not explaining it to her.

“Manners are required.”

“Thank you,” she says, looking at Rafael, and he responds because manners are required.

“You’re very welcome.”

She takes a few sips as he goes back to the bed.

“Drink it all. You’ll need to stay hydrated, which would bring me to another rule, but considering we’re here for only one night, I won’t go over them all.”

She nods and drinks more water.

Of course I plan on keeping her forever, but she doesn’t know that. Not yet, anyway.