DRAMA NOVEL ONLINE Sexting the Don: Chapter 15
I’m jogging around Natalie’s place, getting myself warmed up for our workout.
The beachfront LA area is absolutely stunning, as always. The early morning sun casts a golden glow over everything, the ocean sparkling like a million diamonds. Palm trees sway gently in the breeze, and the smell of saltwater fills the air. It’s the perfect way to start the day.
As I jog, I can’t help but reflect on how the last month with Enzo has gone. He’s been taking me out to dinner when I’m not working, but no place where we’ll be seen. It’s all very hush-hush. Part of me thinks I should be bothered by this, but I’m not.
I know exactly why he’s being discreet. At least, I think I do. He probably doesn’t want Jimmy to know we’re seeing each other. My dad would find some way to use the relationship to his advantage, and I won’t allow that. He may be the reason I met Enzo in the first place, but Jimmy’s always been a manipulative asshole, and I don’t need him messing things up for me.
Besides, I really like spending time with Enzo. He’s been respectful about the whole situation with my dad. I didn’t give him the full story, just that my dad is an asshole and that he needs to be careful. Enzo gets it. He doesn’t push, and he doesn’t pry. He just goes along with it, making sure to keep our meetings private and low-key.
I’ve loved every minute of it.
Enzo has this way of tying me up that’s both artistic and insanely hot. He’s introduced me to shibari, better known as kinbaku, the Japanese art of rope tying, and it’s next-level sexy. There’s something incredibly thrilling about the way he wraps the ropes around my body, the intricate patterns pressing into my skin, holding me in place. The suspense builds as I lay there, completely at his mercy, giving into his control.
One night stands out in particular. After securing me to the bedposts with those beautifully intricate knots, he stood back, admiring his handiwork. His eyes were dark with desire, a predatory gleam that sent shivers down my spine. “You look incredible,” he murmured, his voice low and commanding. “Are you ready?”
“Yes,” I breathed, my heart pounding in my chest.
Enzo nodded, then moved to the side of the bed, picking up a small leather paddle. He ran it lightly over my skin, teasing me and making me squirm with anticipation. The first smack was light, almost like a caress, but it sent a jolt of pleasure through me. He started slow, each spank building in intensity, the stinging sensation blending with the rush of endorphins flooding my system.
“Does that feel good?” he asked, his voice a husky whisper.
“Yes,” I moaned, the heat spreading through me, making me ache with need. “More.”
He didn’t disappoint. The rhythm of the spanking was steady, each impact sending ripples of pleasure-filled pain through my body. My skin tingled, every nerve ending alight, and I found myself arching toward him, craving the next strike. The sensation of being so completely at his mercy, the pleasure was intoxicating.
Enzo’s control was absolute, and I trusted him completely. He knew exactly how far to push, how to read my body’s reactions, when to ease up, and when to press harder. Each smack of the paddle was a reminder of his dominance, a declaration of his power over me. And I reveled in it.
After a while, he put the paddle down and leaned over me, his lips brushing against my ear. “You’re doing so well,” he murmured, his breath hot against my skin. “I’m so proud of you.”
His words sent a fresh wave of arousal through me, and I could feel the wetness pooling between my thighs. He kissed me then, a deep, passionate kiss that left me breathless, his hands roaming over my sensitized skin, heightening every touch.
When he finally untied me, my body was humming with satisfaction, my mind floating in a blissful haze. He gathered me in his arms, holding me close, his warmth enveloping me. But he didn’t stop there. Our lovemaking after the binding was on another level—intense, passionate, and deeply connected. Every touch, every kiss, felt amplified, sending us both spiraling into another level of ecstasy.
“Thank you,” I whispered when we were done, feeling more connected to him than ever.
As always, he held me close after, his huge arms wrapped around me, making me feel small in the best way possible.
Another time, he introduced me to the thrill of temperature play. He used ice and warm oil, the extremes making my skin tingle and my heart race. The way he moved between the two, the cold shock of the ice followed by the soothing warmth of the oil, was mind-blowing.
One evening he had me wear a remote-controlled toy during dinner. We were in a private room at an exclusive restaurant, and he had the control. Now and then, he’d turn it on, sending waves of pleasure through me while we were having a perfectly normal conversation.
The challenge of keeping my composure, knowing he could push a button and make me lose control at any moment, was incredibly sexy. It made the dinner so much more exciting, and by the time we got back to his place, I was practically begging for him.
He’s shown me a side of myself I didn’t know existed, and it’s both exhilarating and a little addictive. The way he makes me feel, the trust we’ve built, is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. I never thought I’d be into some of the things we’ve done, but with Enzo, it feels natural and right. He’s opened up a whole new world for me, and I’m loving every minute of it.
And when he comes to my apartment, he’s careful. We have to keep things quiet so Jimmy doesn’t catch on. There’s something thrilling about the secrecy, though. It feels like a secret little adventure, something that’s just ours. Enzo’s been good about respecting my boundaries, and it makes me trust him even more.
As I round the corner, the ocean coming into full view again, I feel a surge of happiness.
Suddenly, a tinge of nausea hits me out of nowhere, intense and unsettling. I pause, clutching my stomach, but just as quickly as it came, it fades away. Shaking my head, I brush it off and keep running.
I head back toward Natalie’s house, ready to tackle the workout ahead. I step inside to find Natalie pacing back and forth in her huge modern kitchen, her phone to her ear.
“Gina, I told you, I’m not doing another rom-com! I’m done with the cutesy stuff!” Natalie exclaims. She flashes me a quick smile, giving me the “one-sec” gesture. I give her a thumbs-up back. “I’m ready for some serious roles, the kind of roles that win Oscars!”
I stifle a laugh as Gina’s voice crackles through the phone. “Natalie, it’s a great gig! And they’re offering double your usual rate!”
“Double? They could offer me triple and I’d still say no. My talent deserves better opportunities!” Natalie retorts, rolling her eyes dramatically.
I lean against the doorway, thoroughly amused. “Remember what happened last time? I’m going to get typecast as the quirky best friend who spills coffee on herself. I’m done with that nonsense!”
Gina sighs audibly. “Fine, I’ll tell them no. But you’re missing out!”
Natalie hangs up with an exaggerated huff. “Can you believe her? She wants me to be in another rom-com!”
I laugh, shaking my head. “Only you, Nat. Only you.”
We head to the home gym, and I start setting up. Natalie stretches, still muttering about shampoo commercials. “Okay, what’s on the agenda today, coach?”
“We’re doing a circuit with a mix of strength and cardio. Think you can handle it?” I tease, raising an eyebrow.
Natalie smirks. “Please. I was born ready.”
We dive into the workout, the familiar rhythm helping me clear my mind. Natalie’s energy is contagious, and before long, we’re both sweating and laughing, pushing each other to do just one more rep.
I’m feeling surprisingly good until suddenly, another wave of nausea hits me out of nowhere once again. I pause, trying to shake it off.
Natalie notices immediately. “Are we done?” she asks, hope lighting up her eyes. She works out because she has to, not because she likes it.
I point at her, mustering my best stern trainer voice. “Finish this set, and then hop on the treadmill for a cooldown.”
Natalie cocks her head to the side, giving me a once-over. “You look pale, Mandy. Are you okay?”
Before I can answer, the nausea intensifies, and I know I’m not going to make it.
“I’m going to be sick!” I blurt out, taking off for the bathroom.
I barely make it to the toilet before emptying my stomach with a few heaves. When I’m finally done, I sit back on my heels, wiping my mouth with a frown. What the hell?
I lean back against the cool tile, trying to piece it together. Enzo and I went to a new restaurant last night, a trendy little place in Malibu with dim lighting and a menu full of fancy dishes. Everything tasted fine, though.
Could it have been the food? I wonder if Enzo is feeling sick, too. The food was delicious, and the restaurant was upscale, so food poisoning seems unlikely.
As I sit there, my mind races through possibilities. Maybe it’s just a bug going around, or maybe I ate something that didn’t agree with me. Whatever it is, I hope it’s over quickly.
I rinse my mouth out and splash some water on my face, trying to shake off the lingering queasiness.
I head back out to the gym area, where Natalie is dutifully walking on the treadmill, though she looks more concerned about me than focused on her cooldown.
“Hey, you okay?” she asks, slowing down as I approach.
Natalie hops off the treadmill and then brings me a wet paper towel and a water bottle. “Here, this should help,” she says, handing them to me. Then she adds with a little laugh, “You’re not pregnant, are you?”
The idea hits me like a lightning bolt. Pregnant? My face must show my shock because Natalie’s eyes widen. “Oh shit,” she whispers, looking at me with a mix of concern and realization.
“Could I be pregnant?” I ask, the words feeling strange and heavy as they leave my mouth. The room spins a little, and I grip the water bottle tightly, trying to steady myself.
Nat’s words sum it up completely.
Oh shit.