Page 76 of Depraved
“Every time you move, that sting on your ass will remind you that you forgot your goddamn place.”
The last click at my ankle secures me in.
I’m spread open for his pleasure, my senses heightened, feeling every bit of air that touches all my most intimate places.
Dante reaches between my legs, pinching my swollen clit. “This is mine.” I cry out, the sounds muffled by his mouth covering mine. His tongue pushes into my mouth, tangling with mine as I whimper with every soothing rub he gives.
His kiss is aggressive and unrelenting, and I love it.
He pulls back, our eyes locked as he begins a slow and steady pace with his fingers of constant thrusting inside of my pussy. My pelvis pushes into his hand, our breaths creating a rhythm, building as we stare at each other as I’m finger fucked.
Over and over at the same pace, pushing just hard enough that my body begins grinding so hard that I shudder with each movement.
I can feel the build begin, but as I do, his fingers pull back, forcing my body to chase him, but I’m held to the wood behind me.
Sob-like gasps tumble from my throat, but he smirks, his eyes wild, bringing his fingers to his lips and running his tongue over them.
“Just like fucking honey.”
I pull toward him again, but he shakes his head. Dante won’t give me what I want until he’s ready. Until I behave. I still my body and wait as he watches, my body screaming at me for relief, but his approval is what I’m seeking.
Dante steps back and shoves his finger back inside of me, pushing faster, increasing the pace as I suck in air, my head tipping up. The build comes quicker this time, but like the first time, he pulls his fingers out, stepping back again as I let out a desperate scream.
“Your pussy is so tight. Fuck, you want it so bad. Don’t you?” he teases darkly.
“Yes,” I moan unabashedly, circling my hips and trying to get closer to his fingers.
He steps up to me, grabbing my center, the tiny hairs pulling against my skin. “You come when I say. Because who do you belong to, Billy?”
My head bows as I take in a breath and look up. I’m overwhelmed by the sensations that I’m drowning in as I stare into his eyes.
“I belong to Dante Sovrano,”
“Good girl.”
He keeps me there, bringing me to the edge and then denying me over and over until I feel like I can’t take it anymore, but I know I will. I’ll take it all.
“Ask for mercy, Billy,” he challenges, stepping back again.
I shake my head as my body shakes in a constant state of pleasure.
“Ask for it. Give in,” he whispers, running his tongue over my nipple, closing his mouth around it and sucking.
He runs a hand up my arm, and my limbs are detached from the cuffs, one by one. My limp body is carried to the bed, my legs draped over his arms. I’m tossed onto white silk sheets, and Dante grabs my ankle and spins me around, yanking me toward the end of the bed. “Come here.”
Before I can process the whirl, his mouth covers my exceedingly teased center. My back arches off the bed violently as I suck in air, grabbing at the sheets. His tongue flicks my clit as he sucks, pressing his hands against my pussy to spread it wider. He’s devouring me, dining like it’s a five-course meal.
“This is my pussy,” he breathes onto my clit.
“Yours. Always yours.” I moan.
Every growl and hum from his mouth drags me closer to the threshold, and my fingernails dig into the sheets as I pray for him not to stop. My stomach tightens as my insides begin to curl inside itself from the delicious pursuit of my relief.
But then he’s gone.
“I belong to you!” I scream, tears leaking from my closed eyes caused by my frustration. I bring my fist down onto the bed over and over. I’m there. Ready to say it. Ready to say, “mercy.”
Dante’s hand circles the back of my neck, pulling me to sitting. “Wrap,” he growls, and I do, realizing he’s removed his pants. He swings us around and pushes me against the wall, “Now you come, with me inside of you.” His voice drops down to a tender hush. “Because who do you belong to, Sarah?”
