Page 37 of Desire

“I’m going to fuck you now.” Dante’s voice was low and rough.

Emma could only nod, her breath coming in short gasps. “Yes,” she begged, her voice hoarse from crying out earlier.

Dante climbed onto the bed and positioned himself between her legs. He rubbed the head of his cock against her slick folds, teasing her entrance. Emma whimpered, desperate for him to fill her up.

Finally, he thrust inside her, filling her to the hilt. Emma cried out, her nails digging into the sheets as he began to pump his hips. He thrust into her with force, filling her completely. His hips pounded against hers in a rhythm that matched their ragged breaths. Dante pulled out of her briefly before pushing back in, harder this time. She gasped as he hit a spot inside her that sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body.

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room as he continued to take her roughly. Her nails dug into his shoulders, leaving long red lines as she struggled to hold on to him. Emma couldn’t remember a time when she had wanted someone this badly, and it was clear from the way he was taking her that Dante felt the same. He growled low in his throat, his hips snapping forward as he drove himself deeper into her. She could feel him getting closer, and she knew what was coming next.

He pounded into her, relentlessly, each thrust punctuated by her moans and his growls of pleasure. Emma’s orgasm built, coiling tighter and tighter in her depths. Dante’s grip on her hips bruised, but she welcomed the pain, craved it. She’d never felt more alive than in this moment, under his dominance.

“Come for me, Emma,” he ordered.

As if those words were the magic key to unlock her orgasm, Emma felt herself tip over the edge. She screamed as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.

But Dante wasn’t done with her yet. He pulled out and flipped her over onto her hands and knees. Before she could even register what was happening, he thrust back inside her from behind. He grabbed her hair roughly and pulled her head back, exposing her neck. With each thrust, he nipped and sucked on her skin, leaving behind red marks that tingled with arousal.

Gripping her hips, he continued to fuck her hard, each stroke sending another jolt of pleasure through her body. Emma braced herself against the bed, gasping another orgasm built fast.

“Master,” she cried out. “I’m coming again.”

“Good.” Dante reached around and began to rub her clit. She came hard, her entire body trembling as Dante continued to pound inside her. Finally, he let out a roar, his cock buried deep inside her.

As Dante slipped out of her, Emma realized that she had never taken off her mask. She turned to look at him, her heart racing.

“I see you, Emma,” Dante said, his voice gentle.

Emma’s eyes widened.

His kisses were tender as he removed the clamps from her aching nipples, and Emma sighed in relief at the release of tension.

“Do you want me to stop?” he whispered against her ear, taking off the condom and tossing it into the trash.

Emma shook her head vigorously. “No,” she breathed out, “I want more.”

Dante smiled, a wicked glint in his eyes. “That’s my good girl.”

She felt herself flush and preen under his approval.

Then she gasped as he licked her nipples. It sent another shockwave of desire coursing through her body. His fingers gently teased her clit, and she arched her back in response.

“How long have you known?” she finally managed to ask, her voice trembling with emotion.

He shrugged nonchalantly, his lips still attached to her breast. “From the moment I saw you in Club Inferno,” he murmured against her skin. And then he pushed her over the edge, his fingers circling her swollen clit as she came apart beneath him.

She had never felt so cherished, so desired, so wanted. And she knew that she would do anything to keep feeling this way, to keep pleasing Dante and submitting to his every command.

Afterward, Dante gently cleaned Emma’s sensitive skin with a warm cloth, his touch tender and soothing. He then cuddled with her under the covers in the dungeon’s bed, his strong arms encircling her as they lay skin to skin. Emma could feel the steady beat of his heart against her back, and she shivered with the aftershocks of the most intense pleasure she had ever experienced.

Despite the warmth of the bed, Emma’s body still felt sore and on fire, as if every nerve ending was alight with a burning desire that only Dante could satisfy. She could still feel the weight of the nipple clamps on her breasts, even after Dante had removed them, and she knew that her body would bear the marks of his possession for days to come.

As they lay together in silence, Emma could feel Dante’s breath against her neck, hot and heavy with desire. She could sense the tension in his body, the barely contained need that threatened to consume them both.

“Emma,” he said. “Do you want to keep doing this? Or was this just a one-time experience for you?”

Her heart raced at the question. She knew what she wanted, what she had always wanted. But she was afraid to admit it, to put it into words. But this wasn’t the time to go back to being shy Emma. She had to tell him how she felt.

“I want you,” she said simply. “I want to be your submissive.”

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