Page 35 of Desire

Dante chuckled darkly. “That’s a start,” he purred, running his fingers through her hair.

With that, his lips crashed down on hers in a fierce kiss. Emma moaned softly as she felt his tongue dance against hers, tasting her mouth greedily. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her body aching for his touch.

Dante broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her jawline to her neck. He nipped at her throat. “You need to be punished for your disobedience.”

Emma shivered at his words, her heart racing with excitement. “Please,” she whispered, arching her back toward him. “Punish me.”

Dante traced a finger along her collarbone before moving down to her breasts. Emma sucked in a sharp breath as he roughly massaged them, his touch sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her. Then, without warning, he ripped open the bodice of her costume.

“Oh!” she cried out.

He tsked when most of the stitches held. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a switch blade knife and clicked the blade open.

“What are you...”

“Silence,” he commanded.

Emma jumped back slightly. Dante grabbed ahold of the fabric and yanked her back. Then he carefully cut through the fabric of her costume, slowly carving it up until it lay in scraps at her feet.

“I made that myself,” she murmured, feeling a pang of regret at the destruction.

His only response was a low growl, his hands rough as they massaged her breasts, his fingers tugging and twisting her nipples until she gasped, a fresh wave of wetness flooding her core.

“You shouldn’t have worn the mask,” he rasped. “But I am pleased that you aren’t wearing any underwear. You’re here tonight for my pleasure. That is your one purpose. Understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Master,” he corrected.

Emma swallowed hard. “Master.”

“Don’t expect to come unless I allow it. And I’m not feeling very generous toward you right now.”

“Y-yes, sir.”

“But you are very beautiful. I like having you naked.” He gripped her hair and yanked her to him, kissing her again. His mouth was hard on hers. Desire thrummed through her at his rough treatment. Her thighs were slick with arousal. He pulled her hair again as he sank his hot mouth to her nipple and sucked hard.

Her knees wobbled. “Oh.” She let out an involuntary moan.

“Are you enjoying yourself, Mab?”

“Yes, sir.” Emma’s eyes felt unfocused and in the dim light of the dungeon, everything felt like a dream.

“Hmmm.” Dante smiled wickedly as he saw the effect he was having on her. “We’re going to play for a bit. Do you know what this is?” He showed her a bar with two cuffs attached.

She shook her head.

“It’s called a spreader bar. I’m going to attach it around your ankles and then bend you over this spanking bench. Can you guess what’s going to happen next?”

She nodded.

“No, you can’t.”

That didn’t sound ominous at all. He attached the spreader bar to her ankles, forcing her legs apart and leaving her completely exposed. Then, he pushed her over the bench and left her there for a moment while he retrieved some equipment from a nearby table.

When he returned, Emma couldn’t help but feel a mix of fear and anticipation as she watched him approach. He knelt down beside her and attached what looked like clamps to her nipples. They were heavy and tight against her sensitive flesh.

“Oh.” She winced. They hurt, but it wasn’t unbearable. It actually started to send pangs through her and she felt needy and restless.

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