Page 11 of Pain and Pleasure

Is weed an aphrodisiac?

Dante balances me before lifting me over his shoulder, and I laugh even harder even though I'm starting to feel more lightheaded with each step he takes towards the house and then up the staircase towards my bedroom.

Once inside, he deposits me on the bed and I fall back. My breasts are nearly falling out of the skimpy, red bathing suit that I'm wearing. Dante eyes me up and down, his eyes predatory and demanding. It makes my legs fall open in want.

"Are you going to fuck me or just stand there?" I ask, my voice more desperate sounding than I'd like it to be.

He chuckles at me, bending down to kiss up towards my thighs, kneading the flesh of my legs the entire time. I let out a small moan and arch my hips, he laughs again, the sound vibrating into my flesh.

"So eager today, pequeña. Remind me to let you smoke more often."

I want to laugh, but my desire is so overpowering that I can only whimper. He kisses up to my sex, biting away the thong of my bathing suit. Before his tongue can even touch my sensitive flesh, a wave of nausea suddenly hits me. Almost overpowering at this point.

Shit.

"I'm gonna throw up!"

Dante gets up and out of the way immediately as I lean over and vomit onto the floor, some of it getting onto his shoes and pant legs. Before I can even feel embarrassed, he's scooping me up and walking to my bathroom. He shoots off a text before stripping us both and starting the shower.

His body is so beautiful that if I wasn't feeling sick right now, I'd be licking all over it. He's so golden and muscular, literally every inch of him. He's like the statues he has outside. Art pieces made of stone and wonder.

He walks us into the shower and lathers his hands with soap, scrubbing my head with the suds. I close my eyes, the nausea subsiding with each new sweep of his delicious fingertips. I open my eyes and find him staring at me, his amber eyes smoldering.

"I've changed my mind, remind me to not let you smoke again." He smiles at me and it bedazzles me so much that I don't laugh at his comment, just gaze at him in wonder.

"Why are you being so nice to me?"

He almost seems taken aback by my questions, but he settles and thinks of a response. His lips purse while he turns me and rinses the soap from my hair. The mix of his touch and the warm water made me feel totally relaxed.

"It seems that I have taken a liking to taking care of you, princess."

I am on cloud nine, even though I just puked on him and my bedroom floor.

6

Esmeralda

We'reout of the shower and in my closet.

The scalp massage he gave me nearly put me in a trance and coupled with the warmth of the shower, took away all of my nausea. I'm never smoking again and I'm going to lecture Ricky as soon as I get the chance. My mother came into my room to tend to my mess while Dante cleaned me. It seemed fitting after all the times I cleaned up her vomit off our floors.

“What do I wear for tonight?” I ask him.

He’s completely clothed as he walks up behind me, putting his large hands on my bare shoulders. He skims his nose along my throat as he sweeps the towel from my body, the cool air making my nipples rise.

“Whatever you want, pequeña. As long as it’s not too revealing. I have male guests in attendance tonight, and I’m not in the mood to bark at them for ogling.”

He kisses up to my ear and I laugh from both the contact and his comment.

“What exactly would they be ogling anyway?”

He bites my ear lobe, sucking into his mouth. I gasp in response, my legs turning to jelly.

“Something I want to devour a whole lot more than dinner.”

He bends to kiss my collar bone, distracting me. I try to pull away, but both of his hands shoot out and wrap around my naked waist, pulling my body against his. I feel his erection, it’s unmistakable and delicious.

“I have to go help Javier with said dinner. I will need to be clothed in order to do that…”

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