Dante's Love (18+)

Chapter 19

For a moment, I got lost in the sea of lust called Dante.

Then, I was brought harshly back into reality. I placed both of my hands of his chest and pushed hard. That did not seem to faze him at all. So, I bit his lip as hard as I could.

"My reckless little writer. Don't you remember that you need to obey your master at all times?" He yanked my hair to pull me closer to him.

I saw a few drops of blood falling from his lips. Our harsh breath mixed together. I could not help but feel completely drenched at his wicked words. I knew I had to shut it down quickly if I wanted to salvage whats left of our banter-ship between us.

"You don't mix business with pleasure." I squeaked out.

He let go of me.

"You're right. I don't."

I felt relieved yet disappointed at the same time and yet frustrated that I felt these ways.

"You're fired." The words sent a chill straight to my bone.

I was left speechless as Dante smiled triumphantly.

"Now, be a good girl and tell me how many spanks you think you deserve?"

I was too deep, far too deep, far too tempted to any point of redemption. So I just followed the devil's orders.

"For talking to that poor excuse of a man."

"5, sir."

"For pushing me away."

"Another 5, sir."

"For letting Parker touch you." His eyes burned with rage, pure jealous rage.

"Another 5, sir."

He let me go before sitting down on a chair by a dresser. He looked like a King reclaiming his throne.

He did not need to tell me what to do, my submissive nature already ingrained in my mind. I was filled with anticipation with the amount of pleasure that is to come, yet terrified of the brooding male.

I never seen Dante so angry, so heated.

I laid myself across his lap and closed my eyes tightly as he trailed his fingers down to my legs, sliding my shorts off. Next was the black lingerie covering my intimates.

He tugged harshly at the lacy material, ripping it completely to shreds. He does not apologise for it or swears to buy me another. He is ruthless and rugged and everything I desire.

I was too enthralled, heated by lust to even realise that he have already delivered his first blow.

"I think you forgot what it means to be mine." Fingers wrapped around my neck, pulling me up. "Count. If you lose count, we start over."

I collapsed back down. He did not give me time to rest before his palm contacted my skin again.

"1, sir." I moaned out, unable to control my need for him any longer.

After the fifth blow, the cheeks were stinging red, begging him to stop yet the sub in me thrives on pleasing my male.

Heat pooled in between my legs as he ran a finger down my slit.

"Poor baby. Do you want me to stop?" He murmured softly.

I was fooled by his gentleness, his mercy. It's been a while since I was spanked by him and I wasn't used to it.

"Yes, sir." I whispered.

I yelped in surprise as his palm contacted me again.

"You know your safe word." He reminded me, brushing stray locks of my hair out of my face.

I felt my legs start to shake as we got to number 10. I felt him growing hard under me, his erection noticeably poking me in the stomach.

I groaned in pleasure as I felt the length.

"14, sir please."

I heard a sharp intake of breath above me.

"Who exactly are you begging for?"

I bit my lip, "You, sir. Only you."

Seemingly pleased with my answer, he struck me one last time before putting two fingers into me.

I whimpered as he held my head up, forcing me to look into the mirror as he does the unimaginable with his fingers. I felt myself closing my eyes in the amount of pleasure. However, one sharp tug from Dante made me snap my eyes back open.

I kept my wandering eyes on solely him as he ravished my body with his digits. His dark orbs tainted with desire as he took in my vulnerable form.

I felt myself brimming with pleasure and dancing on the edge of euphoria. I was so close. Suddenly, he removed his fingers. I whined in protest, unable to control my frustration.

With rough hands, he grabbed my face, making me meet his steady gaze. "You come only when and if I allow it."

He pushed me onto the bed and tore whats left of my shirt. He claims my mouth over and over again, drowning my protests with his kisses. I mewled in frustration as he left noticeable marks all over my neck and down to my chest.

He left me so distracted that I did not even realise he had taken his pants off.

"Fuck." I let out a earthly moan as he entered me in a swift motion.

Then, he began terrorising my body with a ruthless pace. I looked up at him as he took me over and over again. Suddenly, his big hands were on my throat, squeezing me.

I choked out a gasp, my hands coming out to pull on his unconsciously. Our bodies were slick with sweat. All that could be heard throughout the room were sounds of skin and our lustful moans. He continued to push me further and further to the point of no return, till I would break in the hands of my Dominant. And in the end, he made sure that he was the only one there to pick up the pieces and tie me to him forever.

His pace became even more erratic. a sign he was getting closer and so was I. I screamed his name and he pulled me closer as we pushed each other into the abyss.

I cursed unceremoniously as I felt his hot seed filling me up, touching my insides.

He collapsed beside me and yanked me closer to him. He placed a heavy arm over my chest and I felt like he was the metal bars of my cage. A cage which I willingly stepped into.

I tried not to fall asleep, to stay alert. So that I could pick at the questions that swam around in my head. However, being in his arms was like being in heaven. So, I convinced myself that it is just for tonight. Just for tonight, we sought refuge in each other's embrace.

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