Page 54 of Do It For Me
While he went out to buy groceries for dinner, I watched one of the videos my father forced on me. The woman was on top of the man, allowing him to touch her. She seemed in control, and it felt... manageable.
I want to try that tonight. It feels like something I can handle, unlike the second video, where the man struck the woman, spat into her mouth, and pushed her into one orgasm after another. She didn’t seem to be against it—she even smiled. She acted like a brat intentionally, to get more torture.
But I need to take baby steps before I can even think about something like that. I hope Dante understands.
When I step out of the bathroom, wearing the same dress I had on last night, I don’t hesitate. I climb on top of him,straddling his lap. His hands find my waist, and a smirk tugs at his lips.
“Good night to you too,” he says.
I smile, my heart pounding in my chest. “I want to try something new tonight.”
He arches an eyebrow. “What do you need from me?”
“Don’t touch me until I say so.”
He raises his arms, gripping the headboard, and keeps his hands there. I lean down to kiss him, grinding against him. My hands travel down his neck, trailing lower and lower until I reach his erection.
I hesitate, intimidated by his size, especially when I pull down his trousers and his cock springs free between us.
He chuckles—probably at my expression. “If you don’t want to, you don’t have to—”
I silence him by taking him into my mouth. A groan escapes his lips, and his grip on the headboard tightens.
I wrap my hand around him, moving in tandem with my mouth. I lick and suck as I’d seen in the video earlier. Dante squirms beneath me, and his reaction—his moans, the way his muscles tense—makes me feel both exhilarated and self-conscious.
I take him as deep as I can until I gag.
“Ragnetta, amore…If you keep doing that, I’ll come in your mouth,” he warns, his voice thick with lust.
My cheeks heat up. I don’t want this to end yet.
I straddle him, our sexes pressed together. When his hardness rubs against me, I gasp at the sensation. His eyes darken, locking on mine. Placing my hands on his chest, I move slowly.
“Is this okay?” I ask. I don’t feel as much as I’d hoped, but the woman in the video seemed to enjoy it, so I thought I would too. It doesn’t hurt like whenthathappened either.
“You need to put my cockinyou, sweetheart.”
I stop and heat gathers at my face.
Oh, God. Ihaveto do it? But it hurts so much. How can someonelikethat?
“Come here,”
I lean forward. He hasn’t let go of the headboard.
“Do you remember how you touched yourself? How much you liked it?”
I nod hesitantly.
“You’ll feel the same, and even better. Put your tits on my face. If that’s too much for you, then pull away. I won’t touch you until you ask me.”
“But you’ll suffocate.”
He chuckles, shaking his head with a funny smile.
I take off my dress and lean closer. I’m too nervous, but I need to trust him. His hips rise slightly, and his tip presses against my entrance.
“That’s where you need to drop,” he whispers, his voice laced with restrained desire.
