Page 70 of Spider Demon's Kiss

“Are you learning to submit to your superiors?” she asked taking a harsher tone.

“Yes, ma’am. I am.”

Dante struck again. I closed my eyes trying to absorb the sensation.

“Don’t close your eyes. Look at me,” she ordered as if she were a part of this.

I did as I was told.

“Good. Now,you will be obedient…”

Another strike.

“You will be submissive…”

Another strike.

“And you will do what you are told to do.”

Another strike.

“Yes, maam.”

“Don’t let this have to happen again,” she said ending the call.

As soon as she did, Dante leaned over me pressing his clothed body against mine. Feeling his large hard cock pressed against my hip, and the paddle resting on the back of my leg, he whispered in my ear.

“You’re gonna be my good boy, aren’t you?”

The rumble of his low voice sent shivers through me. I should have been mad at him. He had humiliated me in front of my sister. But all I could do was yearn for his cock in my ass.

“Yes, sir!” I crooned.

“Say it louder.”

“Yes, sir! I will be a good boy from now on!”

I could hear his teeth drag across his bottom lip.

“That’s my boy,” he replied before slapping the back of my thigh with the leather. As my head flipped back in agony, he unbuttoned his pants, pulled out his monster cock, found my hole, and fucked me.

Like with his choice of who to call, he was merciless. Slamming me into the counter as he drilled me, he whispered in my ear.

“You’re so beautiful. You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I want you. I want every bit of you. You’re perfect. I could never find anyone better than you.”

This was too much. It was all too much. Ripped out of this world, I spiraled into a new one. In it was only me and him. Humiliation, pain, love, they were physical objects that pushed through me. Whipped from one emotion to the next, my achingly hard cock flinched a final time before I screamed and sprayed.

Hearing me, Dante grabbed my hair. Forcing my legs apart, he crouched and really let lose. I was a rag doll in his hands. Pressed onto the counter, I wasn’t going anywhere. And when he had worn a man-sized hole in me, and I could no longer hold on, he bellowed and filled me with his juices.

His grip on my hair had been the only thing holding me up. Releasing me and falling into an exhausted stupor, Dante collapsed onto me. No longer held up, I melted onto the counter. Dante’s heavy breaths engulfed me. It smelt like his kiss.

Not there long, Dante pushed his hand under my chest wanting to wrap his arms around me. I wanted it too, but I had nothing left in me. I was too fucked to move.

Content to feel him on top of me, I didn’t have to settle. As soon as he caught his breath, he stood up, lifted me into his arms, and carried me to his bed. Resting my head onto his shoulder, I watched my cloak drag behind us. Placed onto the mattress, I was quickly unrobed.

Still too fucked to budge, I watched as Dante undressed. His tattooed chest rippled as he moved. His stomach was a washboard.

Lowering his unzipped pants, he next removed his underwear. Although he wasn’t hard, his cock was still quite full. It would be the perfect size to suck. That I could fit down my throat. I wouldn’t get the opportunity to, though, because oncehe was naked, he climbed onto the bed beside me and pulled me into his arms.

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