Page 15 of Desire

“That’s a good girl,” he crooned. Dante saw that her nipples tightened beneath the thin costume she wore. “How do you feel about exhibitionism?” he asked.

“I want to keep my mask on,” she said hurriedly.

“What about your clothes?”

“My clothes?” she squeaked.

He had her now. She would surely run back up to Couture where it was safe. “Take off your bodice. I want everyone here to see your lovely breasts.”

Emma paused for a moment, her eyes wide. He allowed himself a smile. He would escort her out personally and give her a chiding lecture not to return. She held her breath and with shaky fingers, she unzipped her shirt and shrugged out of it, letting her wings fall to the ground as well.

Her breasts were high and firm and his mouth watered just looking at them. Now, she was just dressed in a gauzy skirt and high heeled boots. Her eyes were downcast and her entire body was flushed with embarrassment.

“Good girl,” he breathed.

Her eyes met his in surprised delight. “Thank you, sir.”

Fuck. What the hell was he going to do now? Dante couldn’t help but wonder if this was the first step toward something more—or if it would be the beginning of the end for them both. Only time would tell, but one thing was certain: the night was young, and the darkness had never felt more electrifying.

He offered her his arm. “Walk around the room with me. As I said, I want everyone seeing how beautiful you are.”

She swallowed hard, and nervously clung to his arm as they walked around the party. He glared down anyone who looked too long or appeared they would approach her.

“I’m proud of you,” he said. “You please me.”

“I do?” Her smile was watery, but proud.

“You do, my brave, beautiful Queen Mab.”

Emma let out a shaky breath.

Dante had to keep pushing her so she would call a stop to this before things got out of control, before he got out of control. When they reached the part of the dungeon where everyone was welcome to join in with physical acts, he paused.

“Do you want to join the orgy?” he asked.

She shook her head fast and backed up into him. Felt his erection and gasped. He gripped her hips and held her there. The soft curves of her ass were almost his undoing. If she had been his established sub, he would have bent her over one of the chairs and taken her hard.

But she was so new and so green.

“Okay, so you don’t wish to be fucked.”

“Only by you,” she said.

Dante rested his forehead against the back of her head. There was no way he was going to let her go now. Not after that. But he had to try to scare her off one last time.

“Is that right, my pretty Queen Mab?” he said, allowing her to feel the hard length of him. “Let’s explore one more kink before I take you back to my dungeon playground. How do you feel about being watched?”

“Being watched?” she asked. For all her not wanting to join the orgy, she hadn’t been able to take her eyes off the writhing mass of flesh in front of them.

“Being watched as I bring you to orgasm.”

“Now?” she said. He could practically feel her heart pounding.

“Yes,” he whispered in her ear, and then closed his mouth over her earlobe and sucked gently.

“Yes, Master. Please.”

Dante closed his eyes. There was no turning back now. Still, he had to be sure she was aware of what she was getting into.

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